The Wistful Asylum
Thorne, get out of the way. The voice belonged to Mrs. Gable, the Head Nurse, and it cut through the damp silence of the basement corridor with the sharpness of a scalpel. Elias Thorne did not move. He stood frozen in the shadow of the door, his hands still stained with the soot of the furnace he had been tending, the heat of the coal still trapped in his palms like a secret. The air in the...
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