The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended mist that soaked into the stones of the Blackwood Asylum until the mortar itself seemed to weep. It was a place built for the containment of the mind, yet in those damp, twilight hours, it felt less like a hospital and more like a cathedral dedicated to the slow erosion of the soul. Elias Thorne sat in his small, windowless...

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