The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist that clung to the damp stone of the Bastion, a structure so ancient and so weary that it seemed less like a building and more like a living thing slowly suffocating under the weight of its own history. Elias Thorne stood alone in the uppermost watchtower, his back pressed against the cold, weeping masonry, his breath rising...

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