The Wistful Asylum

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The rain fell on the garrison like a shroud. It was a cold, gray drizzle that seeped into the bones of the men and the stones of the walls. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the window of his quarters. He watched the mud swell in the courtyard. It rose. It swallowed the cobblestones. It ate the world. He had come to hold the line. That was the order. The Crown had sent him. The Crown did not care...

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