The Wistful Asylum

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The rain in the autumn of 1893 had a way of finding the cracks in the world, seeping into the stone foundations of Blackwood Hall until the very air tasted of rot and old iron. Elias Thorne, a man whose years of service in the militia had carved deep lines into his face and whose hands now trembled with the palsy of age, stood in the dusty foyer, clutching a rusted iron key that had hung from...

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