The Wistful Asylum
The inspection order lay on the workbench, the ink still wet and smelling of iron, a heavy slip of bureaucratic paper that Elias Thorne held between his thumb and forefinger with the trembling precision of a man holding a loaded gun. It was signed by Chief Engineer Aldous Vane, a name that carried the weight of stone and the coldness of winter steel, and it granted Elias access to the central...
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