The Wistful Asylum

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The ledger in my pocket weighs exactly three ounces, twelve grains. It is a small, cold thing, but it holds the arithmetic of my life: the wages I have earned, the debts I have owed, and the price of the silence that now sits in the throat of the world. I am writing this to you, Mother, from the edge of the night, where the snow falls like grey ash on the stones of Harrowgate Asylum. You are...

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