The Distant Promise

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The dream was always the same, a relentless cascade of withered oak leaves that did not fall but hung suspended in the air, vibrating with a low, mournful hum that seemed to originate from the very stone of the walls. Thomas woke with a gasp, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, the damp chill of the St. Jude’s Asylum infirmary seeping into his thin nightshirt and settling...

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