Chapter 29 Asylum
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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