The Wistful Asylum

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The black water did not splash. It did not churn or roar. It simply closed over Elias Thorne’s face, heavy and absolute, pressing the air from his lungs until the world was nothing but a dark, silent weight. He woke with a gasp, the sweat cold on his brow, the sheets tangled around his legs like the roots of a drowned tree. Outside, the London rain lashed against the windowpane of the boarding...

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