The Wistful Asylum

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The candle gutters. You are alone in the scriptorium. The air tastes of wax and old dust. Outside, the wind howls against the stone. It is winter. The year is 1348, or perhaps 1349. Time has lost its shape here. You are Edward Ashworth. You are a scholar. You are a man who believes in the order of things. Or so you tell yourself. Your hands shake. You hold the quill. It feels heavy. It feels...

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