The Wistful Asylum
The champagne flutes clinked with the brittle precision of a surgeon’s instruments, a sound that cut through the low hum of the orchestra. Elias Thorne adjusted the cuff of his uniform, the silver thread catching the gaslight, and watched Mayor Aldous Vane move through the crowd like a shark navigating a tide pool of silk and money. Elias needed the promotion to Captain. It was a simple...
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