The Wistful Asylum

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The old stone house did not stand so much as it clung to the edge of the moor, a jagged tooth of grey granite gnashing against the low, bruised sky that hung heavy and wet with the promise of a storm that had been waiting for three days to break. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, burning peat, and the metallic tang of fear that had seeped into the very plaster of the walls,...

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