The Distant Promise
The sub-basement of Blackwood Penitentiary smells of wet limestone and old iron, a scent that has seeped into the fibers of your uniform until you can no longer distinguish your own skin from the institution itself. You are Elias Thorne, Warden of the Deep, and you sit alone in the dark, listening to the stone breathe. It is not a metaphor; the walls vibrate with a low, rhythmic thrum that...
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