The Wistful Asylum

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The rain against the stained glass of the infirmary window was a relentless, rhythmic tapping, like a knuckle on wood, asking to be let in. It had been raining for three days. The air inside the stone walls of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Mentally Distressed was thick, heavy with the scent of boiled linens, stale lavender, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the grout...

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