The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-19 03:53:08 -

The rain hammered against the leaded glass of the keep, a rhythmic, ceaseless percussion that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones. You stood in the center of the great hall, the stone floor cold and damp beneath your boots, your hand resting on the pommel of a sword that felt heavier than it had a moment ago. The air was thick with the scent of wet ash and old wax, a smell that had...

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