The Wistful Asylum

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The rain in Harrowgate did not wash the streets clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into black mirrors that reflected the low, bruised sky. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his small, rented room above the apothecary, watching the water bead and slide down the glass. In his hand, he held a porcelain spoon, its bowl worn thin and uneven, a white chip missing from...

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