The Wistful Asylum

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The November wind howled through the chinking of the windowpanes in the study, a sound that seemed to mimic the hollow ache in Elias Thorne’s chest. He sat alone in the dim light, the fire in the grate burning low and orange, casting long, trembling shadows against the walls of the ancestral home. In his hand, he clutched a small glass vial of laudanum, the liquid inside swirling with a sickly...

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