The Wistful Asylum

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The ink on the first page of my ledger is still wet when I see the red. It seeps from the stone wall behind Lord Vane’s desk, a thin, warm vein that pulses with the rhythm of a living thing. I have been in this house for six hours, and the air already tastes of iron and old dust. I came here because the war in the north took everything else. I am forty-two years old, and I have no home but the...

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