The Wistful Witness

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The brass key was cold in your palm, its teeth worn smooth by seven years of your sweat and grease. You held it up to the flickering gaslight of the corridor, turning it slowly, feeling the friction of the metal against your skin. It was a small, unremarkable object, yet it held the weight of your entire purpose. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, an orderly at Blackwood Asylum, and you...

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