The Distant Promise
The archivist said that twenty years is a long time for a word to wait, but a short time for a lie to ripen into history, and she said it as if Courtenay Hall had taught her the sentence word by word. The building had once been the State Pauper Asylum, and its brick face still wore the weather of that vocation, its long windows darkened at the level of a held breath. You came with a satchel and...
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