The Heavy Iron Key
The screams did not start until the doors of the Blackwood Asylum were bolted from the outside, but for Arthur, the silence was the true torture. He sat upright in the dampness of Cell 402, his fingers tracing the jagged edges of a porcelain shard he had smuggled from the dining hall. The head warden, a man of granite features named Sterling, stood beyond the bars, his shadow stretching across...
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