The Wistful Cipher

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edge of the world and turned the dirt road into a slurry of brown sludge that sucked at the soles of Arthur’s boots. He stood before the iron gates of Blackwood Asylum, the rain drumming a frantic, irregular rhythm against the brim of his hat, a steady counterpoint to the thundering of his own heart in his...

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