The Wistful Asylum

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The iron keys sat in the palm of Commander Elias Thorne like a cold, heavy secret. They were not merely metal, but the distilled essence of order, of the rigid architecture that held back the chaos of the world. He stood in the center of the Great Hall of Blackwood Manor, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient dust. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, narrow windows, a...

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