The Wistful Asylum

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the world outside the window into a watercolor of indistinct shapes and fading light. I sat in the study of the old manor house, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and the medicinal tang of the herbs my mother had crushed into poultices, her hands steady even as her mind began to slip away into the fog. We...

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