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The world was a different place in 1888...
You could be locked away for insane treatment due to being excited, grieving a loss, or even reading too much in a day's time. You had to be very careful about what you said and how you carried yourself in public. If you let yourself slip, you were never the same...
Imagine being drugged, stolen away from your home, and waking up in a cold, sterile hospital and hearing tortured screams echoing through your room. You are now a patient of the state hospital, known today as an asylum.
What horrors will you face? Who can you trust? Which form of treatment will doctors make you suffer through? Will you ever be the same again, if you survive?
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