The Wistful Asylum

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The carriage wheels shudder against the cobblestones, a rhythmic grinding that seems to echo in the hollow of your chest as you approach the iron gates of St. Jude’s Asylum, the air growing thick and heavy with the scent of wet stone and ozone. You are Elias Thorne, a master clockmaker of forty years, and your hands, though steady enough to calibrate a chronometer to the second, are trembling...

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