The Faded Apartment

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The rain in 1942 did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that turned the iron gates of Blackwood Asylum into a blur of rust and shadow. You stood in the courtyard, the leather of your coat stiff with damp, clutching a letter in your right hand that had been torn from your pocket three days ago, its edges frayed by the anxiety of your fingers. The letter was from a solicitor in Leeds,...

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