The Wistful Asylum

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The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its edges soft and worn from handling, the ink a faded brown that spoke of age and neglect. Elias Thorne stared at the signature of Warden Halloway, a looping, arrogant flourish that seemed to mock the very concept of due process, and he felt the weight of the paper pressing down on his hands like a stone. He had spent three weeks compiling the medical...

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