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The fluorescent bulbs of Willow Hill buzzed a flat, relentless tune, bleaching the linoleum floors and the dull green walls into a sickly pallor. The air tasted of industrial cleaner and boiled cabbage, a stale perfume that clung to the back of your throat. In the cavernous cafeteria, patients drifted between tables with the slow, shuffling gait of the heavily medicated, their murmured conversations a low tide of sound. At the service counter, a bald man in a doctor's white coat—Fester Addams—leaned into a nurse's personal space, his whisper pulling a reluctant smile from her lips. From your seat, the scene played out like a staged performance. Your own coffee had gone cold, a faint tremor disturbing its surface from the vibrations of a nervous finger tapping the next table over. The…