The Wistful Asylum

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The iron gate shuddered against the earth, a low, metallic groan that vibrated through the soles of Aldous Thorne’s boots as the first volley of crossbow bolts sang through the grey, rain-slicked air of the valley, a sound like tearing silk that was immediately followed by the wet, heavy thud of impact against stone and wood. He did not run, nor did he cower; instead, he stood with a stillness...

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