The Severance Blade
The fog clung to Kensington like a shroud. Victor Ashworth stood at the window of his inherited manor, watching gas lamps flicker through the thick London smog. Three years. Three years since Bethlem released him, since the doctors signed the papers declaring him "restored to rational faculties," since the world decided that Victor Ashworth was no longer mad.He did not tell them about the...
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