The Distant Whispers

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The iron door of the Blackwood Asylum swung open with a groan that sounded less like metal on metal and more like the dragging breath of a dying man, exhaling the accumulated cold of a century into the damp, fern-choked air of the overgrown courtyard where Elias Thorne stood, his boots sinking into the mud that had long since swallowed the cobblestones of the once-proud gatehouse. He was a man...

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