The Distant Journey

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the edges of the world against the towering, soot-stained brick of the Ashworth Asylum for the Mentally Ill, a place built in the industrial age when the belief in the malleability of the human soul was as rigid and unyielding as the iron girders that held up the roof. Inside the ward, the air was thick with...

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