The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air of the cathedral city, a perpetual, heavy mist that turned the limestone facades of the old town into damp sponges and the cobblestones into mirrors of grey and black, reflecting the weary faces of those who hurried beneath the eaves with their heads bowed against the chill that seeped through wool and bone alike. Eleanor Whitmore moved...

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