The Wistful Letter
October 14, 11:00 PM The name is written in blood on the door of your quarters, Elias. It is not a scribble, but a deliberate, wet script that drips onto the linoleum floor where you stand, your flashlight beam trembling in the dark. Sarah. That is the word, though it looks more like a wound than a lettering. You are the night watchman at Blackwood Asylum, a crumbling edifice of brick and rot...
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