The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the windows of the Ashworth house, a grey, persistent weight that seemed to seep into the very foundation of the stone. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, the atmosphere of a place where time had pooled and stagnated. Elias Ashworth stood in the center of the attic, his hands trembling slightly as he held the...

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