The Wistful Asylum

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The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into dark, treacherous mirrors that reflected the gray sky with a fidelity that felt almost accusatory. You stood in the center of the square, your coat soaked through to the skin, watching the water drip from the brim of your hat in a steady, rhythmic metronome. It was a sound that...

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