The Wistful Asylum

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Fatuma Kebede’s hands were already stained with the rust-colored ink of the final form, the cap uncorked and trembling slightly in her grip as she steadied the paper against the vibrating desk of the Asylum’s intake office. The air in the room was heavy with drying parchment and the low, rhythmic hum of the ventilation shafts, a sound that seemed to vibrate in her teeth rather than her ears....

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