The Distant Threshold
The letter lay on the cold iron desk, the ink still wet where Dr. Aris had signed it, the signature a sharp, jagged tear across the bottom line. Elias Thorne read it twice, the words blurring not from the fog pressing against the high windows of the Blackwood Asylum, but from the weight of the paper itself. It was a suspension notice, effective immediately, citing "conduct unbecoming of a...
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