Where the Cracks Begin

Previously

…As they approached the looming structure of the asylum, a chill that had nothing to do with the autumn air settled over Corbin. The building was a hulking, decaying monument to forgotten suffering, its windows like vacant eyes staring out at the encroaching wilderness. It was a place where secrets festered, where the past refused to stay buried. And Corbin had the distinct and unsettling feeling that Sheriff Brody Hayes was doing everything in his power to keep it that way, not to protect the town from ghosts, but from the very real, very human horrors that might be lurking within its shadowed walls. The game, Corbin realized, had just begun.