The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The Great Hall of the Sanitarium for the Aged Mind smelled of boiled lavender and old paper. It was a place of glass and steel, a monument to order. In the center, surrounded by a sea of white beds and silent, breathing bodies, stood Elara. She was not a patient. She was something else. Something that did not fit into the charts or the diagnoses. She was a Warden of the Last Hours, a title that...

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