The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, gray curtain that turned the streets of the old district into slick mirrors of charcoal and rust. In the center of the storm, standing on the wet pavement of the alley behind the crumbling brickwork of 44 Sycamore Lane, was the thing. It was not a ghost, not exactly, nor was it a man, though it wore the shape of one with a terrible,...

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