The Faded Attic
Thorne. The name was not shouted, but dragged out of the air by Warden Halloway, a sound like gravel grinding against wet slate. "Sergeant Thorne. You are in violation of the perimeter statutes, and you are dripping mud on the flagstones." I stood in the courtyard of Blackwood Asylum, the rain hammering my olive drab coat, the water running in thick rivulets down my face, stinging the cuts on...
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