The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain lashed the stained glass of St. Jude’s Asylum, turning the world outside into a smear of grey mud and broken light. I wiped the condensation from my spectacles, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the rhythm of the Whispering. It started in the walls, a low hum that vibrated in my teeth, growing louder as I sorted the patient files for the month’s audit. "Elara," Mr. Thorne...

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