The Wistful Asylum

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The coat was red. Not the deep, blood-soaked crimson of old velvet, but a bright, unapologetic scarlet that seemed to vibrate against the grey stone of the Hall. It hung on a peg in the antechamber, a splash of color in a world that had long since decided to desaturate itself. Arthur Penhaligon noticed it first on a Tuesday, though he would later claim it had been a Wednesday, the days blurring...

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