The Wistful Asylum

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Chapter One The slate hills of Grand-Goâve split the flat horizon, a jagged spine of rock that held the morning light like a bruise, and the air in the municipal clinic smelled of wet plaster and fear. Bernadette LaFleur, forty-five and a former military medic, gripped the edge of the iron bed as the gas leak hissed from the basement pipes, a sound like a dying snake. Her heart, which had...

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