The Asylum of Forgotten Selves

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2026-06-13 20:44:27 -

The fog rolled through Bethlem Royal Hospital like a shroud, thick and suffocating, wrapping every iron bed and barred window in a grey embrace. Arthur Blackwood woke to the sound of rain against the high, narrow window of Ward Seven. He did not remember how he had arrived. The last thing he could recall was standing on Whitechapel Road, the gas lamps flickering through the November mist, his...

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