The Wistful Asylum

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The sky broke open on a Tuesday. It did not fall, but shattered, like a pane of glass struck by a heavy stone. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the balcony of the town hall, watching the debris of the heavens rain down upon the cobblestones of Oakhaven. There was no sound. Only the slow, silent accumulation of fragments. He held his rifle across his chest. The wood was smooth against his palm. The...

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