The sanitarium sat isolated and silent. Its sleek modern design stood in sharp contrast to the surrounding lush green farmlands. Like a gleaming Rolex on the arm of an Amish, it defied one’s normal perception. Intentionally set away from the bustling world, the restful landscape disguised the harsh reality of the workings inside. On crossing the threshold, one would exchange warm green for harsh gray; soft rolling fields for cold hard granite; and quiet serenity for echoing footsteps and the unending cries of the insane.
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