The Distant Threshold

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, industrial drumming against the slate roof of the Blackwood Asylum that seemed to drown out the silence of the wards below. Elias Thorne stood in the corridor, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the brass key in his pocket, the metal warm against his palm despite the chill in the air. He was a clerk, a man of ledgers and quiet...

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