The Wistful Asylum

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The trowel scraped against the wet clay, a sound like a fingernail dragging across a chalkboard, and Elias Thorne watched the mixture slump into the gap between the stones, refusing to hold its shape. He was forty-two years old, a mason by trade and a ghost by disposition, and he stood before the crumbling facade of the Wistful Asylum, a place where the stones whispered his dead wife’s name if...

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