The Wistful Asylum

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The bell rang. It was a dull, brass sound that hung in the air like smoke. Silas Vance sat on the stone floor. He held the hammer. His hands were steady. They had always been steady. That was why they had given him the post. The Keeper of the Gate. The Watcher of the Threshold. He looked at the iron door. It was cold. It was old. The metal was pitted by years of rain and wind. He lifted the...

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