The Distant Summer

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2026-08-23 08:54:02 -

The letter lay on my desk, the ink still wet, the stamp of the Royal Asylum for the Insane pressed into the corner like a bruise. It was a bill. Three pounds, twelve shillings, and sixpence for "specialized observation and dietary management." I signed it without reading the rest, my pen scratching a hard, jagged line against the paper. The office was silent save for the ticking of the wall...

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