The Wistful Asylum

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The steam from the tea in the chipped cup didn't rise in straight lines; it spiraled, thick and white, smelling of wet wool and iron, before dissipating into the cold air of the carriage. Elias Thorne held the cup with both hands, his knuckles white, as if the ceramic were the only solid thing left in the world. Across from him, his brother, Julian, watched the rain streak the glass, his face a...

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