The Faded Ruin
The rain in Ashworth Institute did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the cobblestone courtyard and the mist beyond. Dr. Elias Thorne stood by the window of his office on the fourth floor, watching the water streak down the glass, each drop a tiny, ephemeral mirror reflecting the flickering gaslight within. He was a man composed of angles...
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