The Wistful Asylum

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The form was a sheet of heavy, cream-colored bond paper, stiff with the damp of the cellar air, and Elias Thorne held it up to the single, sputtering gaslight that hung from a rusted hook in the corner of the room. The ink was black, but the letters had bled into one another, forming a dark, viscous mass that looked less like writing and more like a wound that had not healed. He turned the...

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