The Wistful Asylum

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The invitation had arrived on heavy cream stock, the ink still wet with the scent of lavender and old paper, but Elias Thorne knew better than to trust the perfume of the Blackwood estate. He stood before the iron gates of the manor in the grey November light of 1912, his coat collar turned up against the biting wind, watching the mist curl around the blackened oaks that lined the drive. He was...

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