The Wistful Letter

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The iron gates of the Blackwood Asylum for the Incurably Melancholy groaned open with a shriek that seemed to tear the very fabric of the twilight sky, admitting Thomas Bradshaw into a world where the air itself tasted of rusted hinges and forgotten prayers. He stood at the threshold, his hands trembling not from the cold which bit at his fingers like the teeth of small, hungry wolves, but from...

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