The Wistful Asylum

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The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Asylum was a cathedral of rot, the air thick with the cloying sweetness of boiled cabbage and the metallic tang of stale fear. You stood at the head of the long oak table, your hands steady as you carved the roast, the knife gliding through the meat with the practiced ease of a man who had spent twenty years holding a rifle and now held a pen. You were Elias...

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