The Wistful Asylum

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The ledger had forty-three pages. Arthur Penhaligon counted them twice, his thumb dragging over the cracked leather spine, feeling the grit of dust that had settled there over a decade of neglect. He was forty-five, and his hands, once steady enough to calibrate steam valves, now trembled with a fine, persistent vibration that no amount of whiskey could quiet. He had come to St. Jude’s Asylum...

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