The Wistful Asylum

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The ink moved before Elias Thorne could blink. He stood in the drafting room of the Blackwood Sanatorium, his hand frozen over the vellum, watching the lines of the atrium he had drawn with such precise, sunlit intent bleed into a dark, spiraling labyrinth. The paper curled at the edges, hot to the touch, as if the graphite and India ink were generating their own fever. Elias did not scream. He...

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