The Wistful Asylum

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The summons came at dusk, carried by a guard whose armor clinked with the heavy, metallic scent of old iron. "Elias," the man barked, his voice flat and official. "The Duke requires your presence in the Antechamber. Immediately." Elias did not look up from the ledger he was balancing. He was fifty years old, and the numbers on the page had begun to swim, a persistent blur that the candlelight...

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