The Wistful Asylum

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The valley held its breath in the fog. Act I‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‍⁠‌⁠‍‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‍‍‌⁠‌‍‍‍‍⁠‌‍⁠‍‍‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌ Mabon Vaughan walked past the border checkpoint, the dovecote cooing above him like a static charge. He was the last sexton, a fact that felt less like a title and more like a bruise on his hip. The insurance on the church had lapsed three days ago, and the flood was rising in...

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