The Faded Chronicle

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The iron gate of St. Jude’s Asylum clanged against the cobblestones, a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room. I was on my knees in the mud, my hands slick with the blood of the man I had just struck, his head crumpled against the wet earth like a dropped pear. The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of rust and old iron. I looked up. The figure standing above me was not the guard I...

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