The Pale Bridge
The iron gate of the Blackwood Asylum for the Criminally Insane did not open so much as it exhaled, a long, metallic sigh that ruffled the dead leaves on the gravel path, signaling the arrival of Captain Elias Thorne, a man whose uniform was pressed with a severity that seemed to warp the very air around his shoulders, a man who carried within his chest a mechanism of duty so finely calibrated...
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