The Wistful Asylum

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The iron gate of the Chateau de Vael did not creak, for it was oiled by hands that trembled with a devotion so profound it had calcified into a kind of religious habit, and as I stood before it, the morning mist clinging to the wet cobblestones like a shroud, I felt the weight of my years pressing down upon my shoulders with the silent, crushing force of a collapsing star, for I am Thomas...

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