The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The spoon was cold and rusted, and Thomas Vane held it in his left hand while his right hand gripped the patient’s jaw, a grip that required the full weight of his forty years of service in the Blackwood Asylum. The infirmary smelled of boiled linen and the sharp, metallic tang of gaslight, a scent that had settled into the pores of Thomas’s skin until he could no longer distinguish it from his...

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