The Wistful Asylum

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The iron key turned with a sound like a bone snapping. Silence held the room. Then, the floorboards groaned. Elias stood in the center of the hall. He held the key in his left hand. His right hand gripped the hilt of his sword. The blade was old. The steel was dark. It had seen things. It had seen blood that was not his. It had seen honor that was not his. He wore his uniform. It was stiff. The...

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