The Distant Garden

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The rain did not fall; it struck. It hammered the tin roof of the asylum with a rhythmic, metallic fury that sounded like a thousand tiny hammers beating against a drum skin. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his back pressed against the cold brick. He was counting. One. Two. Three. The sound of the rain was a countdown. If he missed a number, the walls would close in. If he missed a number, the...

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