The Wistful Asylum

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The glass vial in Elias Thorne’s hands was cold, colder than the stone table beneath it, and it smelled faintly of sulfur and burnt almonds. He held it up to the tallow light, watching the iridescent fluid swirl, a liquid that promised life at the cost of memory, a price he had not yet fully calculated but would soon pay in blood and bone. The year was 1342, and the garrison of Blackwood Keep...

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