The Distant Threshold

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The rain hit the iron gates of the Blackwood Asylum like a thousand tiny hammers. Elias Thorne stood on the wet cobblestones. He was soaked. His uniform clung to his ribs, heavy and cold. The mud sucked at his boots with a wet, sucking sound. He looked up. The windows were dark. The storm had swallowed the town. He had come to check the perimeter. Standard procedure. The doctor was gone. The...

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