The Wistful Asylum

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The fog did not roll in; it stood up from the black water of the marshlands like a wall of wet wool, swallowing the horizon and the distant lights of the patrol station in equal measure. Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old with twelve years of service etched into the premature gray at his temples, adjusted the strap of his rifle and checked the time. It was 0200 hours, the start of his final...

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