The Distant Whispers

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The vial in Elias Thorne’s hand was cold, heavy as a lead weight, and filled with a liquid that smelled of burnt sugar and wet earth. He stood in the center of the Blackwood Asylum barracks, the fog pressing against the high windows like a living thing, and stared at the Soothing Elixir until his vision blurred. The year was 1904, and the air in the room tasted of iron and old paper. Elias...

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