The Wistful Asylum

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The rain tastes of iron. You know this because you have drunk it for three days. It coats your teeth, a metallic film that no amount of spitting can remove. You walk the road. The road is mud. The mud is black. It sucks at your boots with a wet, sucking sound. It sounds like a dying breath. You do not stop. Stopping is death. Moving is life. The castle looms ahead. It is not a castle of stone...

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