The Wistful Asylum
October 14th. The carriage wheels ground against the gravel with a sound like breaking teeth, and I sat in the back seat watching the iron gates of Blackwood Manor swing open to reveal a house that seemed less like a structure and more like a rotting tooth left in the jaw of the earth. I am Thomas Hale, Sergeant of the County Constabulary, and I am here to escort my wife, Elara, back to the...
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