The Distant Promise

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The iron bookend was heavier than it looked, its base worn smooth by decades of careless use, and Arthur Vane gripped it until his knuckles turned the color of old parchment. He was forty-two, a junior archivist with a reputation for meticulousness that had, until this morning, been his only asset in a world that was slowly dissolving around him. He had come to the Blackwood Asylum to retrieve...

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