The Wistful Letter

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The shift is four hours long, and I count the minutes on the back of my hand like coins in a till. One, two, three. The corridor smells of carbolic soap and wet wool, a scent that has soaked into the plaster of Blackwood Asylum until it is part of the architecture. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a night watchman with a pension that is five years away and a ghost that is three seconds behind. I...

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