The Wistful Asylum

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The first thing I noticed was the smell, a thick, cloying scent of dried lavender and old copper that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves. I was on my knees, scrubbing a stain out of the Persian rug in the master’s study, my hands raw and red from the lye soap. The stain was brown, stubborn, and it spread as I worked, defying the friction of my brush. I had been at Blackwood Manor...

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