The Pale Banner
The alarm did not ring. It did not shriek, nor did it pulse with the frantic, electronic anxiety of a modern intrusion system. Instead, the heavy iron gate of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Insane simply opened, swinging inward on silent, oiled hinges, revealing a courtyard that had not seen the sun in decades. Thomas Ashworth stood in the shadows of the corridor, his hand resting on the cold...
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