The Wistful Asylum
The fire started in the granary, but it was your heart that caught first, a sudden, violent ignition that left you gasping for air in the smoke-thickened dark. You are standing in the center of the burning building, the heat pressing against your skin like a physical weight, while the beams above you groan and crack, shedding sparks that dance in the stagnant air. Your uniform, the heavy wool...
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