The Distant Promise
In Elias Thorne’s hands, the ledger weighed nothing, yet it dragged him down into the wet earth of the Blackwood Asylum courtyard like a stone tied to his ankle. The book was bound in cracked leather, its pages swollen by the November rain, and it contained the only proof that his father, Arthur Thorne, had not hanged himself in his cell but had been murdered by the very institution that now...
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