The Wistful Asylum

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The wind did not howl on the moors of the Old Kingdom, for it had no voice, only a hunger that scraped against the stone walls of the watchtower like a thousand dry fingers seeking entry. It was in this silence, broken only by the creak of the ancient oak door, that Master Silas stood, his back rigid against the cold, watching his apprentice, Thomas, struggle with the heavy woolen cloak that...

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