The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, gray suspension that turned the windows of the state correctional facility into blurred panes of wet glass, obscuring the world beyond into a formless smear of mud and rust, while inside, Major Elias Thorne sat in the center of the interrogation room, his hands resting on the table with a stillness that seemed to defy the trembling...

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