The Wistful Asylum

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The rain in Millhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a thick gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and softened the sharp angles of the ironworks into smudges of charcoal and rust. Elias Thorne stood by the window of the local constabulary office, watching the water bead on the glass, his reflection ghosting behind the droplets like a man trying to escape his own skin. The...

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