The Golden Master
The rain hits the gravel of the asylum yard with a sound like static, a hissing white noise that drowns out the world beyond the iron fence. Elias stands in the center of the yard, his hands trembling so violently that he can barely grip the wet lapels of his coat, his eyes fixed on the small, barred window of the administration office where Warden Halloway is watching him. He is trying to...
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