The Faded Photograph

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The ink in the well was black and cold, and I counted the minutes as the nib dried on the parchment, each stroke a small, deliberate act of defiance against the damp that seeped through the floorboards of my office. I had written the resignation letter to High Command in a single, unbroken session, the words simple and direct: *I request immediate release from my post at Blackwood Asylum to...

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