The Wistful Asylum

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The siege had lasted three days. The mud outside the hospital walls was not merely wet; it was a living thing, a thick, grey slurry that swallowed boots and dragged at the hem of Elias Thorne’s white coat. Inside, the air was stale, heavy with the scent of antiseptic and the metallic tang of old blood. Elias stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the distant flash of artillery. He...

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