The Wistful Asylum

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Clara. The name hung in the damp air, sharp and singular, spoken by the head physician, Dr. Aris, who stood at the foot of the bed with his hands clasped behind his back. He did not look at her. He looked at the wall, where a vein of black sap pulsed slowly, thick as old blood, seeping through the plaster and running down toward the floor drain. The room smelled of wet wool and iron, a scent...

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