The Golden Visit
The mud of the Blackwood Asylum courtyard had turned to a thick, sucking paste under the relentless November rain, and Dr. Elias Thorne stood knee-deep in it, his coat soaked to the bone, demanding the release of his patient. He was a man of forty years, a scholar of folklore whose reputation rested on the delicate architecture of his intellect, and he was currently losing that architecture to...
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