The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that erased the horizon and bound the village of Oakhaven to the earth in a shroud of damp silence, where the air tasted of wet wool and old iron and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the generator that kept the lights of the Watchtower burning against the encroaching dark. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the center of the room,...

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