The Wistful Asylum

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The silence at the Sanctuary was not an absence of sound but a physical weight, a dense, grey fog that pressed against Elias Thorne’s eardrums and settled in the hollow of his chest like wet sand. He sat in the visitor’s lounge, a room of beige linoleum and fluorescent hum that had been swallowed by the building’s peculiar acoustics, watching his sister Clara through the thick glass partition....

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