The Wistful Asylum

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The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the village of Oakhaven into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the bruised sky above, and in the center of this deluge, standing upon the high stone bridge that spanned the churning black water of the River Aethel, stood Elias Thorne, a man whose face was a map of eroded hopes and whose hands,...

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