The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, relentless sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into a slick, treacherous mirror of the gaslights above. Thomas Ashworth, a boy of thirteen with eyes that had learned to see in the dark before he learned to read in the light, clutched a rolled-up piece of parchment in his left hand while his right hand gripped the hilt of a...

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