The Wistful Asylum

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Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp and cold, spoken by the Head Archivist, Mr. Pemberton, who stood at the top of the spiral staircase with his back to the light, a silhouette of rigid wool and authority. I woke not with a start, but with the wet, gritty sensation of sand in my eyelids, the taste of old copper on my tongue. The dream was always the same: a floor of shattered glass, and...

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