The Wistful Mirror

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The air in the Great Hall of the St. Jude’s Asylum for the Chronically Insane tasted of boiled turnips and rusted iron, a thick, cloying fog that settled in the lungs and refused to leave. Inspector Arthur Penhaligon stood at the head of the long, scarred oak table, his uniform buttoned to the throat, the brass epaulets catching the dim, flickering gaslight that hissed from the sconces along...

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