The Wistful Asylum

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The rain against the high, arched windows of the Blackwood Manor was not merely a sound but a physical presence, a constant, drumming accusation that echoed through the vast, empty halls of the industrial-era estate. Arthur Penhaligon, a boy of twelve with eyes too old for his face, stood before the towering mirror in his bedroom, watching the reflection of a coat that did not belong to him. It...

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