The Distant Affair
The rain hammered against the high, arched windows of St. Jude’s Asylum, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that felt like knuckles on glass. I am Elias, forty-two, a night watchman who has spent the last decade in the shadows of this institution, guarding the sleeping dead and the living who refuse to leave. My want is simple, if quiet: I want to keep my job, my silence, and the small, steady...
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