Buttons' Asylum: Correction
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It was October 21st 1885. It was like everyother Autumn day in Wales. Cold and wet. But it was the day that started everything. It was the day that Arthur Gwyn was admitted to The Pembrokshire Correction House. The day that started The Great Welsh Misery.
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