The Wistful Asylum

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The ink was already wet, a dark, viscous pool spreading across the center of the parchment, a stain that looked less like an error and more like a wound in the fabric of the world, and Elias Thorne stood before the Great Ledger, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had descended upon the office of the Ministry of Internal Records, a silence...

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