The Wistful Asylum

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The mud was thick enough to swallow a boot, a black and greasy paste that smelled of turned earth and old blood, and Thomas Bradshaw knew with a certainty that lived in his marrow rather than his mind that he would not survive the next ten seconds. He stood in the center of the courtyard of the Blackwood Penitentiary, a stone fortress that had stood on the riverbank for three hundred years, its...

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