The Wistful Dinner

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The service revolver was cold in Elias Thorne’s palm, its barrel slick with the rain that had turned the Blackwood Asylum courtyard into a mirror of mud and grey sky. He stood before the iron gates, the metal groaning under the weight of rust and time, while the building behind him loomed not as a structure of brick, but as a presence that watched. Elias was thirty-two, a sergeant with two...

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