The Wistful Asylum

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The ink is still wet on the date, November the 14th, 1893, and my hand trembles so violently that the letters bleed into one another, a jagged scar across the paper that mirrors the shaking in my own fingers. I am writing to you, Father, to demand the return of the silver locket that belonged to my mother, the one you kept in your possession after her burial. You claim it is a memento, a...

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