The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the iron gates of St. Jude’s Asylum into a smudge of rust and shadow. Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard, his fifty-two-year-old body stiff with a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature, clutching a water-damaged ledger to his chest as if it were a shield against the encroaching dark. His eyes, once the...

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