The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The iron gates of the Blackwood Asylum for the Mentally Ill stood ajar, a rusted maw swallowing the twilight. Silas Vane stood before them, his collar high against the chill, his breath forming small, transient ghosts in the dying air. He was not a patient, nor a doctor, nor a visitor. He was a ghost who had not yet learned to fade, a man displaced by the Great War and the greater war of...

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