The Wistful Asylum

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The ink on the ledger was still wet, a dark, viscous thing that seemed to pulse against the heavy cream of the paper. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the high-backed chair, his hands resting on the armrests, fingers long and pale, trembling slightly as if struck by a sudden chill. The room was silent, save for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner, a sound that felt less like time passing...

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