The Wistful Asylum

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The air in the Abbey of St. Jude tasted of damp wool and old iron, a scent that had seeped into the very stones over the last three centuries. I sat on the cold flagstones, my hands bound in leather straps that chafed against my wrists, and watched the light filter through the high, arched windows. It was a pale, thin light, barely enough to distinguish the shadows of the other inmates from the...

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