The Wistful Asylum

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The feast was a riot of candlelight and clinking silver, a chaotic sprawl that filled the great hall of Blackwood Manor until the very rafters groaned under the weight of noise. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of crisp, biting night where the frost had already claimed the garden, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted lamb, spiced wine, and the cloying perfume of too...

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