The Distant Summer

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Thorne. The name was barked by the Warden, a sound dry as a twig snapping under a boot. Elias Thorne stood in the corridor of Blackwood Asylum, the air thick with the scent of boiled linseed and old sweat. He was there to inspect a confiscated uniform, a task that had cost him three days of travel and a month’s pay. The report of brutality against a patient had been filed by the night shift....

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