The Wistful Asylum

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The mist did not lift so much as it settled, a heavy, grey wool drawn tight across the valley of Ouseburn, swallowing the stone walls of the old barracks and the jagged teeth of the hills beyond. I stood at the edge of the training ground, my boots sinking into the wet loam, watching the figures move in the fog. They were not quite men, not yet, but shapes in wool coats, their faces obscured by...

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