The Wistful Asylum

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The storm did not break over the town of Oakhaven; it seeped in, a slow, gray rot that started in the foundation stones and climbed the walls, turning the air thick with the scent of wet ash and old iron. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the main square, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the silence that had settled over the community. For...

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