The Wistful Asylum

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Thorne, you’re late for the briefing. Director Halloway’s voice cut through the sterile hum of the corridor, sharp and brittle as the frost that had settled on the cliffside windows. You straightened your tie, the silk heavy against your throat, and stepped into the conference room where the air smelled of stale coffee and the faint, metallic tang of ozone. Julian sat at the head of the table,...

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