The Wistful Asylum

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Act I Remy Marchand stood on the ninth of ninety-six of the Tannery Steps, his left hand trembling so violently that the brass key in his pocket clattered against the stone, a sound that echoed up the vine-sloped wall like a bone breaking in a quiet room. He was thirty-four years old, a border guard on a cancelled wartime contract, and he needed the monthly bonus to pay for his sister’s...

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