The Distant Promise

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I held the iron key in my palm, the metal biting into the flesh of my thumb, cold and unyielding as the bone of a dead man. It was a small thing, a jagged tooth of iron that smelled of rust and the damp, rotting earth that seemed to seep through the floorboards of Blackwood Asylum. I turned it over, watching the gaslight catch the rough edge, and I thought of Julian, who had once told me that...

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