The Faded Apartment

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The rain in the courtyard of Blackwood Asylum did not fall so much as it hung, suspended in a cold, gray mist that smelled of wet iron and old paper. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood beneath the eaves, his uniform soaked through to the skin, watching a brass button detach itself from the coat of a passing orderly and float upward, defying gravity with a slow, deliberate drift. He did not flinch. He...

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