The Wistful Asylum

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The stone floor of the infirmary was slick with condensation, a cold that seeped through Elias Thorne’s threadbare boots and settled deep in his joints. He stood before the high-backed desk of Brother Anselm, the head nurse, his hands trembling not from fear but from the hollow ache of a stomach that had known no bread in three days. The air smelled of boiled herbs and damp wool, a scent that...

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