The Wistful Asylum

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The locket is not in my possession, and I require it immediately. I write to you, Martha, from the cold, damp cell of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Criminally Insane, where the air tastes of mildew and boiled starch. It has been three years since Father died, and three years since you took the silver locket from his bedside and locked it away in your house in Harrow. I know it is there. I can feel...

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