The Wistful Asylum

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The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Grand Meridian Hotel’s lobby, a rhythmic drumming that Elias Thorne had long since learned to read like a clock, each drop a second ticking toward the end of his tenure. At forty-two, Elias was a man composed of angles and tensions, his fingers permanently stained with the graphite dust of escapements and the oil of mainsprings, and he...

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