The Wistful Asylum

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The air in the hall tasted of wet wool and old iron. Elias stood before the High Magistrate, his hands clasped behind his back. The wood of the floor was polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting the dim, amber light of the chandeliers. It was a room without shadows. Everything was seen. Nothing was hidden. This was the court of the Silent Watch, where the laws of nature bent to the will of the...

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