The Wistful Asylum

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The air in the cellar of St. Jude’s Orphanage tasted of damp earth and old iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He stood before the stone table, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence that had settled over the institution. For forty years, Elias had been the master of the hearth, the man who coaxed warmth from the stone...

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