The Golden Visit
The golden mask lay in shards upon the velvet cloth, a fractured face staring up at Elias Thorne with an accusatory, silent glare. He was thirty-two, an archivist of modest stature at St. Jude’s Asylum, and he wanted only to restore the founder’s relic, believing it held the key to curing the institution’s pervasive, incurable melancholia. The opposing force was not the staff, nor the budget,...
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