The Wistful Asylum

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The door did not open. It dissolved. Elias stepped through. The air tasted of copper and old rain. He was a sergeant here. He had always been a sergeant. But the uniform was wrong. It was too large. The wool itched against his neck. He ignored it. He walked. The corridor stretched before him. It was not a corridor. It was a throat. The walls pulsed. They were made of stone, but the stone...

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