The Pale Door
The sap oozes from the cracks in the Blackwood Asylum’s brickwork, a thick, medicinal amber that smells of burnt sugar and antiseptic. You have spent twenty years scraping it into jars, your hands stained a permanent ochre, your mind slowly smoothing over the sharp edges of your past. You are Elias Thorne, senior inspector, and today you want to sign the discharge papers for the new intake, a...
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