The Wistful Asylum

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The iron key bit into Thomas Bradshaw’s palm, a dull, grinding pain that mirrored the ache in his shoulder where the crossbow bolt had found him. He was not thinking of the pain, or the blood that pooled dark and warm on the cobblestones of the market square, but of the weight of the key itself. It was an old key, the brass worn smooth by generations of hands, the teeth chipped and irregular, a...

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