The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray veil that suffocated the stone walls of the Millbrook Asylum, a place where the boundary between the living and the merely existing had long since dissolved into a slurry of damp wool, stale tea, and the metallic taste of fear that coated the back of every throat. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the ward, his fingers tangled...
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