The Wistful Asylum

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The iron locket sat in Elias’s palm, cold and heavy as a wet stone. He turned it over, the rusted hinge grinding against the skin of his thumb. Outside the tribunal hall, the fog pressed against the glass, a thick, gray wall that erased the streetlights and the cars and the world beyond the room. Inside, the air smelled of stale coffee and damp wool. The judge, a man with a face like a crumpled...

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