The Wistful Asylum

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The lantern was not a source of light, but a cage for a dying star. It swung from the crook of a gnarled oak, its glass panes clouded with the breath of the wind, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to detach themselves from the trunk and wander independently across the frost-bitten heath. Thomas Whitmore, a man whose spine had been straightened by decades of rigid discipline and whose...

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