The Faded Shield
The rain did not fall; it was driven sideways by a wind that smelled of wet iron and ozone, lashing against the high, vaulted windows of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Chronically Insane in the Scottish Highlands. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of boiled cabbage and old wool, a suffocating blanket that pressed against the lungs of the patients. Thomas Bradshaw, a former Royal Navy...
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