The Wistful Asylum

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The ink in the well is not black, but a deep, arterial crimson that smells of iron and old pennies. I am Clara Vane, twenty-four, a court stenographer, and I have been mixing this pigment for three days, my hands stained up to the wrists, my breath shallow in the drafty chamber of the High Palace. I want to finish the transcript of Duke Ashworth’s treason trial. I need the pension. The war has...

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