The Wistful Asylum

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At the Asylum we began each day by counting the living, and that morning the number held at forty-one, which was better than the winter had promised. The hall was long and low, its beams black with the smoke of years, and the paupers lay in rows on pallets of straw, their breaths rising thin and sour into the gray air. I moved among them with the brass key at my belt and the ledger under my...

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