Where the Cracks Begin

Previously

…He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that the town of Blackwood would never be the same. The cracks had begun to show, and the darkness, once confined within these forsaken walls, was now seeping out, staining everything it touched. He had found the perpetrator, but the true horror, he suspected, was the truth itself, and the enduring legacy of the pain it represented. The silence of the asylum had been broken, but the echoes of its sorrow would linger long after the last stone crumbled.