The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-20 10:56:47 -

The rain fell in a steady, gray curtain over the estate of Blackwood Hall. It was a damp, ancient kind of silence that settled into the stones. Sir Julian Vane stood by the window. He watched the water streak the glass. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. It was a habit. It was also a need. He had served the Crown for thirty years. He had seen men die for less. He had seen the world burn....

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