The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall in the Blackwood Asylum; it seeped. It rose from the cracked flagstones of the courtyard, a cold, mineral mist that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s greatcoat. He stood before the iron gate, his hand resting on the pommel of his sidearm, though he had not drawn it in three years. The air smelled of wet slate and something sweeter, something cloying and thick,...

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