The Wistful Asylum

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The fog rolled in from the sea, thick and white as undyed wool. It swallowed the pier whole. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the boardwalk, his fingers wrapped tight around the brass handle of his surveyor’s theodolite. He was a man of measurements. He believed that if he could quantify a thing, he could control it. Distance, angle, elevation. These were the languages of safety. He had come to...

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