The Wistful Asylum

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The hall smelled of burnt sugar and damp wool, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to cling to the back of your throat and refuse to leave. It was the annual harvest fair in Oakhaven, a town that had long since stopped pretending to be rural and had embraced its identity as a small, industrial pocket of the mid-nineteenth century. The air was heavy with the steam from the nearby ironworks, a...

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