The Wistful Asylum
The trembling started in the left hand, a fine, rapid vibration that made the pen slip from Elias Thorne’s fingers and scratch a jagged line across the admission form. "Mr. Thorne, your handwriting is becoming... difficult to decipher," Dr. Aris said, leaning over the desk with the particular patience of a man watching a dog try to fetch a stick that had rolled under a heavy sofa. "Is the...
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