The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the forest and the sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the clearing, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rot and wet iron, and he listened to the silence that followed the scream. It was not a scream of pain, he realized with a cold, detached certainty, but a scream...

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