The Mist of Atonement (V-01)
The fog did not merely surround the asylum; it seemed to emanate from the very stones of the cliffs, a grey, suffocating shroud that erased the horizon. Arthur stood at the edge of the pier, the salt spray stinging his eyes, feeling the oppressive weight of the Victorian sky. He was a man of order, a former captain of the 14th Regiment, yet as he stepped onto the soil of St. Jude’s Sanctuary,...
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