The Wistful Asylum

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Gro Lonne pressed the tip of the stylus into the wet, grey surface of the tablet, the glass slick and cold against her palm as she cataloged the final entries for the deceased, the hum of the server racks behind her a low, constant drone that seemed to vibrate in her teeth. The air in the Royal Sanatorium’s northern wing tasted of ozone and stale antiseptic, a metallic tang that coated the back...

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