The Wistful Asylum

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Act I‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‌‌‍‍⁠‍⁠‍⁠‍⁠‍‍‍‌⁠‌‌‍‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‍‍‍‍⁠‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍‍‍‌‌‌ The Pacific Northwest rain belt was a gray, weeping thing that morning, the salt pans worked to mirrors under the heavy sky, and the lighthouse in relapse weather stood like a broken tooth against the churning sea, a place where the air tasted of brine and old paper, and I, Bertha Blount, nineteen, a junior clerk in...

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