The Pale Tower
The train stops with a shudder of iron and steam, depositing you in the grey mud of the Blackwood Asylum’s outer gate, where the air tastes of wet coal and decay. You are Elias Thorne, a constable of thirty-four years, and your purpose is singular, heavy as the iron key in your pocket: to deliver your younger brother, Arthur, to the care of the institution that has deemed him defective. The...
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