The Wistful Asylum

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The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the estate and dissolved the world into a smear of mud and slate. I stood in the library, my hands trembling slightly as I held the glass vial, watching the condensation bead and slide down its surface like tears on a face that had forgotten how to weep. "You are holding a lie, Elias," said Julian,...

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