The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the stone, a relentless, gray hammering that turned the courtyard of St. Jude’s into a mirror of the sky. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the water, his boots sinking into the mud that had once been paved in the time of his grandfather, watching the mist coil around the ivy-choked walls like the ghosts of the nuns who had tended this place...

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