The Wistful Asylum

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Act I "You’re late again, Fernando." The voice belonged to Henrique, the night manager’s assistant, who stood in the doorway of the office, rain dripping from the brim of his cap onto the linoleum. Outside, the Alfama steps glistened under the sodium lights, a plain of standing stones slick with the downpour that the radio had promised for three days straight. Fernando Vasconcelos looked up...

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