The Wistful Asylum

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The rain fell in sheets. Cold. Grey. It soaked through the wool of Caleb’s tunic. He stood alone in the square. The cobblestones slicked with mud and blood. The village slept. Or died. Hard to tell the difference now. The bell tower was silent. It had been silent for three days. Since the King’s men took the grain. Since the soldiers kicked down the doors. Since the hunger started to eat the...

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