The Wistful Asylum

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The road to the Iron Citadel did not merely end; it was devoured by the mist. Elias walked with the heavy, rhythmic cadence of a man who had forgotten the sensation of his own feet. The mist was not empty. It was thick with the scent of ozone and wet stone, a pungent, metallic tang that coated the back of his throat and seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He carried no sword. He carried no shield....

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