The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-18 15:51:05 -

The train cut through the fog like a knife through wet paper. Elias sat in the corner, his coat buttoned to the chin. He held the leather journal in his lap. The spine was cracked. The pages smelled of old dust and cedar. Outside, the trees blurred into gray streaks. He did not look up. His eyes were fixed on the cover. He had traveled for six hours. The destination was the Hall. Or what...

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