The Wistful Asylum

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I counted the silverware seven times before I set the table, the clink of the forks against the porcelain a sharp, metallic warning in the quiet house, because if I could not order the dinner service I had no business ordering the fate of my daughter. The wisteria in the conservatory was blooming with a violence that defied the October chill, its purple clusters hanging heavy and wet, smelling...

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