The Wistful Asylum

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The black sap seeps into the leather of your boots, cold and viscous, as you step onto the cobblestones of Oakhaven. You are Silas Vane, a constable of thirty years, and you are holding a warrant that smells of damp paper and old iron. Your pension depends on this escort. The city is wrong. The fog does not drift; it presses against your face like a wet cloth, and when you whisper your name,...

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