The Faded Alibi
The glass vial sat on the desk, catching the fluorescent hum of the St. Jude’s Asylum archive. It was a slender thing, filled with a liquid that shimmered like oil on water, labeled in a script that predated the building itself. Elias Thorne stared at it, his fingers hovering over the stopper, while across the room, Director Halloway adjusted his tie. "You are aware, Mr. Thorne, that tenure is...
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