The Distant Legend
The ledger sat open on the scarred oak table, the ink still wet from the last entry, a dark stain that looked uncomfortably like a bruise against the yellowed paper. I, Elias Thorne, Head Cook at St. Jude’s Asylum for the Incurable and the Desperate, am writing this to record the final days of my tenure, or perhaps my beginning, for the line between the two has dissolved into the grey sludge of...
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