The Wistful Asylum

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that turned the stone walls of the Citadel into weeping ghosts, and I stood at the center of the courtyard, holding the weight of my command in the hollows of my hands, feeling the damp seep through the wool of my tunic and into the marrow of my bones, where it settled like a cold, ancient stone. We were the Order of the Silent...

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