The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it was driven, a grey curtain of sleet that blurred the iron gates of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Insane and the Indigent. I stood beneath the awning, my uniform soaked through, the heavy wool of my overcoat clinging to my chest like a second, colder skin. In my left hand, I held the ledger, its leather cover cracked and stained with the damp. In my right, I held...

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