The Faded Bouquet
The gaslight in the corridor of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Insane flickered with a sickly, jaundiced pulse, casting long, wavering shadows that seemed to stretch and recoil like the limbs of the confined, and it was under this oppressive, trembling luminescence that Captain Elias Thorne stood before the office of Dr. Aris, his hand resting on the cold brass of the door handle, his knuckles white...
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