The Wistful Asylum

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Thorne, the nurse whispered, her voice thin and reedy in the thick silence of the infirmary, you must try to wake. Major Thorne. Elias Thorne opened his eyes to a ceiling of rough-hewn limestone, the air in the room so dense with the smell of wet stone and boiled linseed that it felt like breathing through a wet cloth. The light from the single window was a bruised grey, the dawn struggling...

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