The Wistful Voyage

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The fever broke on a Tuesday, leaving behind a hollow ache in the marrow and a persistent chill that no amount of wool blankets could dislodge. I am Thomas Vane, a constable of thirty-four years, and for the last week I have been writing from the isolation ward of Blackwood Asylum, where the air smells of boiled linen and old stone. My duty is clear, though the institution’s administration...

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