The Golden Crossing
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the soot stick harder to the brick, turning the industrial town into a monolith of wet grey and black. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the heavy oak door of the St. Jude’s Asylum, his uniform pressed but stained at the cuffs, holding a leather-bound folder that contained the medical records of his sister, Clara. He had come to...
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