The Wistful Asylum

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The crystal tumbler in Arthur’s hand trembled, a fine vibration running up the stem and into the meat of his palm, while the room held its breath in the heavy, cigar-scented air of the dining hall. He was thirty years old, and he needed this moment more than he needed air, for the estate of Blackwood Manor had passed to his brother Thomas that very morning, leaving Arthur with nothing but the...

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