The Wistful Asylum

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The rain had been falling on the city for three days, a grey, relentless curtain that turned the streets into dark mirrors. I stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, my uniform stiff with dampness, watching the crowd flow past me like a river around a stone. My name is Elias Thorne, and I have been a patrol officer in this district for twenty years. In that time, I have learned that the city...

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