The Wistful Asylum

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The wind did not howl; it screamed, a high, thin sound that vibrated in the teeth and made the fillings ache. Major Elias Thorne gripped the edge of the oak table, his knuckles white, watching the shingles fly off the roof like gray cards thrown by an angry god. He had served thirty years on this frontier, holding the line against the wilderness and the men who lived in it, and he had never...

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