The Wistful Asylum

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The rain hit the mud. It did not stop. Elias wiped his face. He held the lantern. The glass was cracked. Light leaked out. It cut the dark. He walked. His boots sank. The bog swallowed them. He pulled one free. It stuck. He pulled again. The mud sighed. It was a wet, heavy sound. Like a throat clearing. He was here to find the boy. The boy was named Thomas. He was twelve. He had vanished from...

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