The Wistful Asylum

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The cold in the town of Oakhaven was not a mere drop in temperature but a physical weight, a gray leaden hand pressing down on the shoulders of every resident until they hunched inward, seeking the warmth of their own bones, and you, Dr. Elias Thorne, stood on the porch of the old infirmary, your left hand trembling so violently against the rough bark of the oak tree that the skin had long...

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