The Wistful Asylum

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The iron key bit into the palm of your hand, a rusted weight that felt less like metal and more like a frozen tooth. You were twenty-four, a junior clerk at the firm of Thorne & Associates, and you were counting the seconds until your shift ended, not because you wanted to leave, but because the silence in the office was beginning to hum. The hum was the shadows, the dark corners of the room...

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