The Wistful Asylum

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, weeping mirror. Silas Vane stood in the center of the square, his umbrella broken, his coat soaked through to the skin. He was not looking up at the sky. He was looking down at the wet pavement, at the distorted reflection of the city above him. The buildings were tall and grey, their windows dark like...

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