The Wistful Asylum
The memorandum lay on the desk, its ink still wet and smelling faintly of iron, the paper trembling slightly under the weight of Elias Thorne’s fingers as he read the order for the immediate cessation of all archival operations in the eastern wing. It was dated October 14, 1893, a Tuesday, and the light from the gas lamps in the corridor had already begun to dim, casting long, distorted shadows...
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