The Wistful Dinner

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The rain fell in sheets. It struck the iron roof of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Incurable. The sound was a roar. It was a constant, grinding hum. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the corner of the ward. His hands were still. They were bound to the rails of his bed. The leather chafed his wrists. He watched the window. The glass was fogged. Outside, the world was a smear of grey and black. The year was...

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