The Wistful Asylum

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The ledger was heavy, its leather cover cracked and stiff with age, smelling of dust and old ink. I held it in both hands, the weight of it pressing against my palms, a physical anchor in a house that felt increasingly like it was floating. Outside, the wind whipped through the bare branches of the oak trees, slapping against the windows of Blackwood Manor, but inside, the air was still, thick,...

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