The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of Millhaven until the town dissolved into a wash of slate and wet wool. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the cobblestone square, his hands raw and bleeding from the handle of a heavy iron lantern he no longer lit. Around him, the air tasted of ozone and old copper, a metallic tang that coated the...

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