The Wistful Asylum

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The fence is wrong again, Elias. I looked up from my chalk. Lord Holloway stood in the gate, his silhouette jagged against the grey dawn. He did not blink. His eyes were the color of wet slate. It has moved, my lord. Three feet to the east since Tuesday. It has not moved. The land is fixed. The iron is fixed. You are merely bad at your work. I wiped my hands on my trousers. The chalk dust had...

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