The Faded Alibi
Dr. Elias Thorne sat alone in the dim office of the Blackwood Asylum, the year 1893 pressing against the glass like a cold hand. He was forty years old, a man whose life had been reduced to the sterile smell of carbolic soap and the ticking of a clock that measured out his diminishing hope. His daughter, Clara, lay in Ward Four, her body wasting away not from a specific disease but from the...
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