The Wistful Asylum

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The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a thick, grey breath that swallowed the moorland whole, erasing the horizon until the world was reduced to the immediate, trembling radius of sight. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon walked through it, his boots sinking into the peat with a sound like wet tearing, his coat flapping violently against his back in the unseen wind. He was not merely walking; he...

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