The Wistful Asylum
The ledger was in the drawer, but the key was in the pocket of the man who had locked Elias out of his own life. "Release him, Director Halloway," Elias said, his voice low and rough, scraping against the silence of the office like a crowbar against rusted iron. He stood by the window, where the November dampness seeped through the glass, chilling the back of his neck, and watched the rain...
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