The Golden Scar
The iron gates of the Sanitorium for the Unruly Mind do not open for visitors. They open for the condemned. I know this because I am a condemned man, or at least, I was, until the night the fog rolled in thick as wool and the bells stopped ringing. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne. Or I was. The badge is gone, melted down by the fire in the east wing, but the weight of it is still pressed into my...
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