Where the Cracks Begin

Previously

…He looked towards the silhouette of Blackwood Asylum, a dark, brooding presence on the distant hill. It was no longer just an abandoned building; it was a tomb, a monument to suffering, and a place where the cracks in Blackwood’s foundation had begun to show. And he had a gut feeling that the truth, the ugly, festering truth, lay within its decaying walls. The game, he realized, was far from over. It was just beginning to get dangerous.