The Wistful Asylum

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The iron gate was not locked. This was the first wrongness. Captain Elias Thorne woke with the taste of rust on his tongue. The dream had been vivid, a labyrinth of black stone and white light, where a door stood open in a wall that should have been solid. He sat up in the small, cold room at the edge of the Ashworth estate. The air smelled of wet wool and old paper. He was not supposed to be...

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