The Faded Portrait

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Who was it that left the door unlocked? Alphonse Vidrine stood in the corridor of Ward 4, the cold biting through his wool coat, his nine fingers wrapped tightly around the ledger. The Saint-Elmo Asylum smelled of damp plaster and boiled starch, a scent that had settled into the fibers of his skin over twelve years of night shifts. He wanted only to document the quiet, to prove to Dr. Thorne...

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