The Wistful Asylum

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The cart lurched up the lane through a fog that smelt of wool-grease and coal. Thomas Bradshaw sat on the board with his hands flat on his thighs and watched the chimneys of the Wistful Asylum come on one by one out of the mist, long and straight as the barrels of guns. Beside him, James Whitmore turned the pages of the county almanac with a stub of pencil, ticking off numbers he would never...

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