The Wistful Asylum

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The road to Blackwood Manor was a scar in the earth, worn white by centuries of cartwheels and hooves. Thomas Ashworth walked it alone. He was a soldier of the Crown, or had been, before the time ran out on him. His knees clicked with the rhythm of his stride. A dry, hollow sound. Like bones knocking together in a drum. He carried no sword. He carried no shield. He carried only a heavy iron key...

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