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And yet Moira Asylum is not without its share of troubles. Battered by the constant to-and-fro of coastal winds, it has a melancholy and beleaguered atmosphere not common to the more grounded buildings of The City, nor does it want for draughts and other embellishments. Her staff are both courteous and cheerful, despite their conditions, for which they are to be commended.
Most startling yet, however, is the fertile soil of the Asylum's island, within which have been sown the many seeds of wildflowers no longer common to the more civilized surrounds to which we have become accustomed. . .