The Wistful Asylum

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The fluorescent lights in the administrative wing of St. Jude’s Humane Psychiatric Institute hummed with a low, arrhythmic buzz that Elias Thorne had long since learned to mistake for his own heartbeat. He sat alone at a scarred oak desk, the only piece of furniture in the room that hadn’t been requisitioned by the budget cuts, and clutched a single sheet of paper in his trembling hands. The...

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