The Wistful Asylum

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The bell does not ring. It screams. A jagged shriek of iron tearing through the air, vibrating in your molars, rattling the loose teeth in your jaw. You are on your feet before your mind catches up. The cold stone floor bites into your knees. The air tastes of rust and stale sweat. It is the night watch. The deep, rotting dark of the prison cell block. You grab the heavy oak baton. The wood is...

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