The Wistful Asylum

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The fire started in the chapel. It was not a warm fire. It was a hungry thing. It ate the pews. It ate the stained glass. It ate the silence that had lived in the nave for three hundred years. Elias stood at the door. He did not run. His hands were steady. He held a small glass vial in his right hand. The liquid inside was clear, like water, but it moved too slowly. It had a weight to it. A...

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