The Wistful Silence
The heavy oak door of the infirmary groaned against its iron hinges, a sound that seemed to drag the very air in the corridor into a suffocating stillness, and through that gap of dark wood and ancient dust, Thomas Bradshaw saw not the monster he had spent three decades fearing, but a man who was merely, and tragically, human, which was far more terrifying than any demon could ever be. "You are...
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