The Wistful Asylum

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The sound of the breaking bone was sharp, a dry crack like a twig snapping under a boot, and it echoed in the vaulted silence of the atrium where the air smelled of old stone and ozone. Commander Elias Thorne did not feel the pain in his ribs, nor the heat of his own blood spreading across the white marble floor; he only felt the weight of the moment, the terrible, suspended stillness that...

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