The Faded Masquerade

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The boiler exploded before the morning shift had even ended. It was not a bang, but a shriek, a tearing of metal that ripped the air inside the St. Jude’s Sanitarium into jagged shards of sound. Steam, white and blinding, poured from the ruptured pressure valve, filling the corridor with a fog that smelled of rust and wet wool. Thomas Bradshaw did not run. He stood in the center of the hallway,...

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