The Gilded Cage of Stories

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The iron gates of Thorndike Hall rose before me like the ribs of some great beast, black and cold in the Yorkshire fog. My cloak did nothing against the wind that came off the moors—a wind that carried the damp through wool and skin to the very marrow. I had rehearsed my words a thousand times, but now that I stood there with the seal of my forgery burning in my reticule pocket, I understood...

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