The Wistful Asylum

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The name was called out across the floor, sharp and cutting through the rhythmic thrum of the looms. “Vane.” Arthur looked up from his ledger, his fingers stained with the blue ink of the quarterly report he was preparing for Mr. Halloway. He was thirty years old, a junior clerk in the Millhaven Textile Mill, and for the first time in five years, he felt the weight of a decision settling onto...

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