The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that clung to the brickwork of the Ashworth estate like a shroud refusing to be released, and you stood in the center of the library, your hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, vibrating realization that the house was breathing, that the walls were not merely plaster and stone but the hardened skin of...

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