The Distant Promise

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The fog does not roll in; it seeps, a gray, viscous fluid that climbs the iron lattices of the Millhaven Asylum for the Insane, settling in the crevices of the stone like damp wool. You stand at the window of the administrative wing, your hands pressed against the cold glass, watching the mist consume the world below. You are a clerk, a man of ledgers and ink, a creature of order in a house...

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