The Wistful Asylum

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The air in the hall smelled of damp wool and old copper, a scent that had settled into the very stones of the estate, becoming indistinguishable from the dust that gathered on the high shelves where the records of the living were kept in neat, unyielding rows. Margaret stood before the tall, arched window, her hands clasped tightly behind her back, her knuckles white against the dark fabric of...

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