The Wistful Asylum

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14th October, 1893. The rain has not stopped for three days, and the Blackwood Asylum groans under the weight of it, a sound like old timber twisting in a storm. I am alone in the archive, the sole keeper of these decaying records, while the Board of Directors sits in their dry, heated offices in the city, signing orders that seal my fate. They have locked the east wing, citing structural...

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