The Wistful Asylum

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Penhaligon. The name was called not with warmth but with the clipped, finality of a gavel striking wood, and you stood up from your desk so quickly that the chair scraped a long, white groove into the linoleum, a sound that seemed to hang in the air like a suspended breath before Mr. Halloway’s gaze, cold and administrative, settled on you. He did not look at your face; he looked at your hands,...

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