The Distant Promise
The rain hammered the slate roof of Blackwood Asylum, a relentless drumming that drowned out the silence within. Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard, his shoulders hunched against the cold, clutching a porcelain doll with white-knuckled grip. The doll’s face was cracked, a hairline fracture running from its left eye to its chin, but its glass eyes did not match the head. They moved. They...
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