The Wistful Dinner

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The rain did not fall; it hammered. It struck the slate roof of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Insane with the force of a physical accusation, a relentless drumming that sought to drown out the silence within. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of boiled cabbage and stale lavender. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of the dining hall, his spine rigid, his hands clasped behind his back....

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