The Wistful Asylum

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The rain in Oakhaven did not wash the streets clean; it merely slicked the cobblestones with a film of grime that reflected the gaslights in long, trembling smears. Sergeant Elias Thorne pulled his collar up against the damp, his breath misting in the air as he navigated the narrow alleyways of the lower city, the weight of his truncheon a dull, familiar ache in his hand. He was hunting the...

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