The Wistful Asylum

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The shears bite into the bark with a sound like a bone snapping, a sharp, wet crunch that stops your heart for a fraction of a second before it resumes its heavy, laboring thud. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, and your hands are shaking so badly that the pruning tool slips twice, cutting a thin line into your own thumb, the blood welling up dark and immediate against the pale green...

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