The Golden Quest
The rain fell on the slate roof of St. Jude’s Asylum like a static charge. It was a low, persistent hiss. Elias Thorne stood at the window. He watched the grey sky bleed into the grey earth. The glass was cold. His breath fogged the pane. He wiped it away. The view remained. Elias was the Chief Investigator. He wore a grey suit. It was always grey. The fabric held the dust of the institution....
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