The Wistful Letter

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The iron key hung at the end of a brass chain, heavy and cold against the breast pocket of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s uniform, a physical anchor that tethered his trembling hand to the reality of the damp stone walls surrounding him in the basement of St. Jude’s Asylum. The air here did not simply smell of mildew and stale urine, as one might expect in a place designed to hold the fractured minds...

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