The Wistful Asylum

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The hand of Silas Thorne, the captain of the household guard, lay open upon the scarred oak of his desk, a vessel of bone and tendon that had spent three decades holding steel rather than words. It was a large hand, the knuckles swollen like knots in ancient wood, the skin mapped with the topography of old wounds, yet it trembled now with a fine, rhythmic shiver that had nothing to do with the...

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