The Wistful Asylum

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The iron gate of the Citadel of Whispers groans open not with a creak of rust but with a shriek that sounds suspiciously like a human scream, and you stand there, your boots caked in the red clay of the road you have walked for forty years, watching the dust settle over your shoulders as if it were snow, as if it were the last thing you would ever see, knowing that the air inside is thick with...

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