The Wistful Asylum

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The letter lay on the stone table, its ink still wet, smelling of iron and rot. Elara read it twice, her fingers trembling not from cold but from the sudden, crushing weight of the paper itself, as if the words had mass. It was a prescription, or perhaps a sentence, written in the cramped hand of the village apothecary who had given up on Thomas three days prior. The diagnosis was wasting, the...

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