The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass, a grey and relentless veil that blurred the boundary between the interior of the Blackwood Asylum and the churning moors beyond. Thomas Bradshaw stood before the high, arched window of his office, his hands clasped behind his back, the leather of his gloves creaking in the silence. He was a man carved from the same cold stone as...

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