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In the twelvemonth since the conflagration. Alice has dropped further into a grim and darkly quite abyss. It's a wonder the Superintendent didn't bury her deep within the Bedlam catacombs. The surgeons were able to cure the flesh, but they've done nothing to treat the inflammation of her brain. It's not sure what eh expects me to accomplish with her. I suppose he thinks that in my twenty three years within these troubled walls I've mastered a curriculum not taught in Oxford classrooms.