The Faded Bouquet
The gaslight in the corridor of St. Jude’s Asylum did not merely flicker; it shuddered, a violent, organic spasm that cast long, trembling shadows against the damp, peeling wallpaper. Dr. Elias Thorne walked with a purpose that was less a stride than a ritualistic trudge, his leather boots striking the stone floor with a rhythmic, heavy thud that seemed to echo in the hollows of his own chest....
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