The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-20 06:06:18 -

The bus stopped. I stepped off. My boots hit the gravel. It crunched. The sound was sharp. It echoed in my chest. I checked my watch. 08:15. I was early. I am a man of precision. I am a man of order. My name is Elias Thorne. I was a Sergeant. I am no longer a Sergeant. I am a man walking to a house. The house is grey. It sits on a hill. The air is cold. It smells of wet earth. It smells of...

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