The Wistful Letter

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The ink in my nib was dry, but the paper was damp. I held the letter to the medical board, my fingers stained black from the archive dust, and watched the wisteria bloom in the courtyard below. It was a violent purple, spreading across the stone like a bruise that refused to fade. I had wanted to publish my monograph by winter, a clean, ordered account of Blackwood Asylum’s history. But the...

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