The Distant Promise
The dream was always the same: Mara, submerged in a vat of rendered pork fat, her face pale and serene, bubbles rising from her lips like slow, golden prayers. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper on his tongue, a metallic tang that clung to the back of his throat. He was forty-two, the head chef at Blackwood Asylum, a sprawling, decaying institution set in the misty hollows of the...
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