The Wistful Asylum
The wind off the coast of Maine did not howl so much as it whispered, a low, persistent sibilance that seemed to scrub the very marrow from the bones of the old estate, a sound that had accompanied Elias Thorne through every mile of his long, arduous journey from the crowded, soot-stained tenements of London to this isolated stretch of American coastline where he had come to hide from the debt...
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