The Gilded Cage of Judgment
Julian Thorne stood before the mahogany door of Cell 402, the air thick with the scent of ozone and ancient dust. The Blackwood Asylum did not merely house the mad; it curated them. For Julian, a man whose life had been a symphony of gavel-strikes and cold jurisprudence, the asylum was the final court. The walls of the asylum were not merely stone; they were a record of every failure Julian had...
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