The Distant Nightmare

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The iron gates of the Blackwood Asylum for the Insane did not close with a click, but with a heavy, metallic groan that seemed to vibrate through the soles of my boots and up into the marrow of my bones. I stood in the courtyard, the rain slicking my uniform until it clung to my frame like a second skin, wet and cold. The year was 1893, and the industrial age had not yet fully swallowed the old...

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