The Wistful Asylum

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The rain in London does not wash things clean; it merely makes the grime slicker, a cold varnish over the city’s bones. You stand in the cramped flat on Vauxhall Bridge Road, the year 1924 pressing against the windowpanes like a hungry animal. Arthur is forty years old, though his face holds the weary, hollowed look of a man who has seen twice that number of winters. In your hands lies the...

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