The Wistful Asylum
"Release him, Aris. He is not mad. He is a scholar." The words hung in the stale air of the office, heavy and dry as the dust motes dancing in the single beam of afternoon sun that pierced the grimy window. Dr. Aris did not look up from his ledger, the scratch of his pen against the paper a rhythmic, indifferent counterpoint to the silence that had settled between us like a physical weight. I...
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