The Distant Metropolis

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The morning fog hung low over the Blackwood Asylum grounds, a thick, grey curtain that seemed to swallow the stone walls whole. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the gates, his breath visible in the chill, checking the strap of his service pistol for the third time. He was thirty-four years old, a man whose face had been carved by twenty years of service, and his primary desire was simple,...

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