The Wistful Asylum

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The hammer bit into the rotting oak of the lintel, and the dust that fell was not gray but a deep, arterial red, staining Elias Vane’s knuckles as he worked. He was forty years old, though the mirror in his head often showed a man of sixty, and the pension office had told him that the demolition of St. Jude’s Orphanage was the final step required before his severance could be processed. The...

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