The Distant Promise
The rain lashed against the high, barred windows of the Blackwood Asylum, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to echo the frantic pounding of Elias Thorne’s heart as he stood in the damp corridor, clutching a rusted key that felt heavy as a leaden stone in his palm. He was thirty-four, a sergeant in the county militia, a man whose life had been defined by order, duty, and the rigid lines of...
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