The Wistful Asylum

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The banquet hall smelled of damp wool and old grease. It was a smell that clung to the skin, a ghost of the days when the foundry had roared with life. Now, only the silence remained, vast and heavy as a stone in the throat. Silas Vance stood in the center of the room, his hands tucked into the pockets of his threadbare coat. He was a small man, bent by years of heat and hammering, but his eyes...

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