Act V.

(The End)

July 2nd, 1880 – Sanitorium Cell

The days blend into one another, each indistinguishable from the last. I drift through the corridors like a ghost, my footsteps muffled by the endless hush of suffering. The air is thick with resignation; hope has long since withered and died within these walls. The river glimmers beyond the barred window, a distant promi…