The Wistful Asylum

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The ink on the nib was still wet, a dark, heavy smear that refused to dry, as I pressed the point into the paper to sign my name. Elias Thorne, Senior Inspector, Blackwood Sanatorium. The signature looked frail, the loops of the T and the R trembling like the hands that had written them. I had served here for twenty-two years, twenty-two winters of silence and the tick of the great clock in the...

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