The Wistful Asylum

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The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Blackwood Institute, a relentless drumming that seemed to synchronize with the whispering in the walls, a sound so faint it could have been the settling of old timber or the draft from a cracked seal, yet it carried the distinct, rhythmic cadence of my own name, Elias, spoken in a voice that did not belong to any living person. I sat at my...

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