The Golden Visit
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass of the St. Jude’s Asylum courtyard, a grey, relentless sheet that blurred the iron gates and the faces of the two guards standing watch. Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and wearing a wool coat that had seen better decades, clutched a leather-bound ledger to his chest, the dampness seeping through the fabric and into his skin, a...
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