The Wistful Letter
"You are denied." The letter lay on your desk, the ink still wet enough to smear under your thumb if you pressed too hard. It was a standard form, Halloway Asylum Refusal of Access, Section 4, Paragraph B. The paper was heavy, cream-colored, the kind they only bought for the Director’s office. You read it again, then a third time, the words blurring into a grey smear. Director Vane had cited...
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