The Wistful Asylum

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The rain had stopped, but the mud remained. It clung to the boots of Thomas Bradshaw and his companion, a thin, sharp-eyed man named Elias, as they climbed the stone steps of the keep. The air smelled of wet wool and old iron. They were late. The meeting with the Abbot was supposed to have begun an hour ago. "Walk faster," Elias whispered. His voice was dry, like leaves scraping on stone. "He...

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