The Wistful Asylum

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The lead caming bit into the palm of Elias Thorne’s hand, a thin, sharp line of pain that bled slowly into the grease-stained leather of his work glove. He stood in the rain-slicked street of Oakhaven, the city’s gray stone facades blurring under the relentless downpour, the smell of wet cobblestones and coal smoke thick in his throat. He was forty-five, a master glazier of thirty years, and he...

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