The Asylum at Blackwater
Act I: The Arrival The sea was audible before Maeve could see the asylum. A low, constant roar, like a heartbeat heard through a wall, steady and patient and indifferent to whether anyone was listening. She had not been able to escape the sound for the entire journey: the carriage, the stagecoach, the two miles of track that led from the road to the front door. The sea had been there the whole...
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