The Faded Apartment

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The rain lashed against the high, barred windows of the St. Jude’s Asylum courtyard, turning the gravel into a slurry of mud and broken stone, while Elias Thorne stood amidst the chaos of the night shift, his knuckles white as he gripped the stolen silver locket that hung heavy and cold against his palm. The air was thick with the scent of wet wool and antiseptic, a cloying mixture that coated...

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