The Wistful Asylum

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The train hissed to a halt at Blackwood Station, a sound like a dying breath in the damp October air. Captain Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his boots striking the wet gravel with a rhythmic precision that had not wavered in twenty years of service. He held a sealed envelope in his left hand, the paper crisp and cold against his palm. Inside was the medical order for his father, the...

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