The Wistful Asylum

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The train shuddered into the city, a metallic groan that echoed in the hollows of the carriage. Elias sat by the window, the glass fogged with the breath of the dying season. He was a scholar of languages, a man who had spent decades dissecting the syntax of dead empires. Now, he carried a coat. Not just any coat. It was a heavy thing, wool and leather, lined with a silk that shimmered like oil...

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