The Wistful Asylum

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The rain drummed against the high, arched windows of the Blackwood Asylum, a rhythmic, iron-heavy percussion that seemed to vibrate through the very bones of the stone walls, a sound that Silas Vane had come to mistake for the heartbeat of the building itself. He stood in the corridor outside Room 402, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, the leather of his cuffs creaking under the strain...

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