The Wistful Asylum

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The rain against the windowpane of the Municipal Board office in Whitechapel was not a gentle sound, but a relentless, industrial drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards of the room where Arthur stood, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the silence that had fallen between him and the young clerk, Silas. Arthur, forty-two years...

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