The Wistful Asylum

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The train whistle cuts through the mist like a scalpel, slicing the silence of the valley into jagged, vibrating pieces, and you step off the platform with the heavy, metallic taste of iron in your mouth, the air thick with the smell of coal smoke and wet wool. You are Edward Ashworth, a man whose name is already a ghost in the ledgers of the county, your uniform pressed with a severity that...

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