The Wistful Asylum

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The ink bled. It did not dry; it spread, a dark capillary network racing across the heavy cotton paper of the merger agreement. Elias Thorne stared at the blot. It was a shape. An eye. The pupil was a void, the iris a swirl of soot and regret. He had signed the document twenty minutes ago, his hand steady, his mind clear. Now the signature was gone, swallowed by the spreading black. The air in...

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