The Wistful Asylum

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The brass key in Arthur Vane’s hand was cold, its teeth worn smooth by decades of fumbling in the dark. He held it up to the window of the study, where the morning light failed to penetrate the heavy velvet curtains, and watched the metal catch a dull, amber gleam before he turned back to the desk. The deed to Blackwood Manor lay open before him, the ink still slightly tacky, proof of the...

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