The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-18 06:53:54 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors of the sky. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, his coat heavy with water, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts that seemed to vibrate in his chest. He was not fighting a man, not exactly, but the air itself...

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