The Wistful Asylum
The ledger had three columns: time, distance, and cost. Elias Thorne checked the watch against the sun, which hung low and yellow over the valley, counting the minutes until the light failed. He was forty years old, and his hands were steady, though the air in the chapel smelled of damp stone and old blood, a scent that clung to the wool of his uniform like a second skin. He wanted the...
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