The Asylum of Lab-rats
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Last published Mon, Jul 1, 2019
She looked at the vial before turning to her paperwork. The test had failed. She let out a growl and slammed down her clipboard on the table.
"DAMMIT!" She scolded. A chuckle came from behind her.
"Everything alright, Abaddon?" She turned and looked up.
"Yes father...Next patient, please."
An mental health institution that stands in the middle of the woods isn't all that it seems.
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