The Distant Journey

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The fog rolled in from the moor like a living thing, thick and gray, swallowing the iron gates of the Blackwood Asylum. Silas Vane stood at the front of the line, his rifle held low, his hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of what he carried inside. He was a man of the law, a soldier in the service of order, yet here, in this damp and rotting place, order had dissolved into steam...

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