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outskirts, at the Fo
spital grounds inside a cage of steel and concrete. It was
. Why? Because this was a psychiatric asylum. The perimeter walls were built higher than those of a prison, and the security measures meant to stop
Countless patients were brought in, only to be eventually carried o
e this so often that she had become numb to them. However, she alwa
s-never crying, never making a scene, and always cooperating with every injection and pill
over Chloe Bishop's thin silhouette as she stood before the heavy iron gates of the hospi
... c
nt, making a sharp, ear-piercing sound that cut throu
re wrapped in a pair of faded blue jeans. The style was a bit dated, but from the knee to the pocket of the right leg, th
devoid of color. The biting north wind swept through her thin frame, tossing her long hair into a mess. Her delicate, refined features were hidd
p!
e car was parked. The owner was leaning against the door a
er steps light. The ten-meter distance vanished in an instant, a
'm final
hloe Bishop by the collar to pull her back. "Don't talk to
r. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to pick me up. I can
n. At least you didn't catch 'the crazy' from staying with those patients
clicked her seatbelt, Jake Tully-who had already st
ready for you." As a lawyer, Jake Tully always moved fast. Before Ch
opened the folder, ignoring the other documents. Her firs
the glove box in front of you," Jake
d a circular jade pendant inside. It was a simple jade ring style that didn't look part
past the window. After a long silence, as if she had finally made a dif
me to the

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