The Pale Garden
The iron gates of the Ashworth Institute were not merely barriers to the outside world; they were the lungs of a machine that breathed in dissent and exhaled order, a monolithic structure of blackened brick and riveted steel that had stood at the edge of the moor for forty years, a testament to the industrial age’s belief that human behavior could be calibrated like a steam engine, tightened,...
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