The Wistful Asylum

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The quill slipped, a thin line of black ink snaking down the parchment like a vein exposed by a careless surgeon. Elias stared at the stain, his breath held in a chest that felt too small for the air in the room. His father, Thomas, lay in the straw-filled bed, his skin the color of old parchment, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere above the doorframe. The building groaned, a low, tectonic...

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