The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, sulfurous veil that turned the gaslights of Blackfriar’s Lane into bleeding eyes, and within that spectral fog, Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold, slick brickwork of the alley, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that surrounded him, a silence that felt less like an...

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