The Wistful Asylum

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The train cut through the mist like a blade through wet wool, carrying Elias Thorne to the edge of the county line where the old asylum stood. It was a journey he had made a dozen times before, a pilgrimage to a place that did not exist on the modern maps, a place that existed only in the margins of the city’s memory and in the heavy, iron taste of his own ambition. Elias was a clerk, a man of...

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