The Wistful Cipher

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The iron gates of the Ashworth Institute were not locked, but they did not open. They simply refused to acknowledge the weight of my hands. I stood in the yard, the cobblestones slick with the rain that had been falling since the war began in our hearts, and watched the fog roll in from the river. It was a thick, grey curtain, smelling of coal smoke and damp wool. I was the only one outside....

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