The Distant Summer

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The iron taste of the blood in my mouth was not my own, but that of Major Halloway, whose thrashing body I had to pin against the damp, peeling plaster of the Blackwood Asylum corridor while the year 1912 seemed to stretch into an endless, suffocating afternoon. I am Elias Thorne, a man of thirty-four years who has served as an orderly in this institution for the better part of a decade, and in...

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