The Wistful Asylum

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The rain against the glass of the infirmary was not a sound but a weight, a heavy, rhythmic pressing that seemed to bow the very air inside the room. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the window, his reflection a ghostly smudge against the grey sky, watching the water run in jagged, weeping lines down the pane. He was a man composed of angles and right angles, his uniform a uniformity of grey wool...

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