The Wistful Asylum

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The rain lashed against the slate roof of the old manor with a rhythmic, percussive violence that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth, a sound that had become as familiar to me as the beating of my own heart in the weeks since the war had finally, quietly, ended. I stood in the center of the Great Hall, a space that had once echoed with the laughter of nobility and the clink of...

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