The Wistful Asylum

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It hammered against the slate roof of the cottage, a relentless, grey drumbeat that masked the sound of the world outside. Thomas sat by the window, his hands resting on his knees. They were steady. They were always steady now. He waited for the knock. The door opened without a sound. Margaret stood in the frame, her coat soaked through, dripping onto...

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