The Wistful Asylum

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The ledger lay open on the oak table, its columns of figures smudged where Henry Marsh’s thumb had passed over them a hundred times, and still the sums refused to reconcile with the quiet arithmetic of his own decay. He had been a dealer in fine clocks, a man who understood the calibrated tension of springs and the patient gravity of pendulums, and now he sat in the high-ceilinged common room...

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