The Distant Whispers
The brass bell above the door of the St. Jude’s Institute for the Chronically Infirm did not ring when Elias Thorne entered; it had been silent for three years, its clapper wrapped in a damp cloth to dampen the chime that seemed to agitate the residents in the east wing, and instead the door gave a heavy, wooden groan, a sound that felt less like a welcome and more like a joint popping open in...
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