The Wistful Asylum

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The rain fell like a curse. It slicked the cobblestones of the valley. We walked in silence. My sword was heavy. My stomach was hollow. I had not eaten in three days. The hunger was a beast. It gnawed at my ribs. It whispered in my ear. It promised madness. It promised peace. We reached the gate of the White Hall. The wood was pale. It looked like bone. The air smelled of damp earth and decay....

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