The Faded Frequency

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Blackwood Asylum, 14 October 1893 My dear Clara, I write to you from the cold, where the air tastes of rust and old paper. I am dying, or perhaps I am merely being unmade, but the distinction seems academic when the winter fever settles into the lungs like a wet stone. I need you here. Not for the comfort, for I have learned that comfort is a luxury the institution denies, but for the...

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