The Distant Affair
The intake form lay on the steel table, its edges curling in the damp air of the Blackwood Asylum corridor, a document so bureaucratic it felt like a weapon. Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-four, with hands roughened by twenty years of service and a uniform that had seen better decades, stared at the signature line where his name had been entered in a clerk’s cramped hand. He had come to collect...
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