The Distant Promise
The rain fell upon the iron roof of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Insane with a rhythm that sounded less like weather and more like the ticking of a massive, indifferent clock. Inside, in the long, dim corridor of the East Wing, Captain Arthur Vance stood rigid as a fence post. He wore his uniform, the brass buttons polished to a mirror shine, though his hands, tucked into his pockets, trembled...
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