The Wistful Asylum

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Vane, stop that. The voice came from the shadows of the corridor, a low, grinding rasp that seemed to emanate from the very pipes overhead, vibrating through the concrete floor and into the soles of Arthur’s boots. He froze, his hand still hovering over the ledger, the ink wet and black as a bruise. The ventilation system of St. Jude’s Municipal Asylum was a beast of iron and steam, a...

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