The Wistful Asylum

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Thorne. Get down here. The voice came from the top of the stairs, thin and reedy, carrying the weight of forty years of service in a building that was slowly eating itself. Elias did not look up. He kept his quill moving, scratching the wet ink onto the ragged edge of the parchment. The smell of Halloway was in the room, a thick, cloying scent of lavender water and old blood that clung to the...

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