The Pale Tale
The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Institute for the Mentally Ill was not a place of celebration, but a sterile theater of social expectation, where the linoleum floors reflected the harsh, fluorescent hum of the ceiling fixtures with an almost aggressive clarity. Dr. Elias Thorne stood at the periphery of the room, his posture rigid, his hands clasped behind his back in a gesture that was less...
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