The Wistful Asylum

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The mud of the pilgrim road sucked at Vimala Fernandes’ boots, a heavy, wet grip that felt less like earth and more like a hand trying to pull her under. She was thirty-two, a captain of the night watch in a city that did not officially exist on the maps, and she carried a fine that could only be paid in labor, a debt that weighed on her shoulders heavier than the iron-bound gauntlet fused to...

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