The Wistful Asylum

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I was bleeding from the temple. The blood ran hot into my eye. I blinked. The world was red. Then it was black. Then it was red again. I was on the floor of the keep. The stone was cold. My back was against the wall. My armor was heavy. It felt like iron. It was not iron. It was lead. It was the weight of the law. I looked up. A figure stood over me. It was a mirror. No. It was a man. He wore...

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