The Wistful Asylum

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The iron gate of the Citadel of Aethelgard did not creak, for it was oiled daily by hands that feared the sound of rust more than the gaze of the King. Inside, the air was thin and tasted of stone dust and old parchment, a flavor that had settled into the pores of every soul who dwelt within its towering walls. Here, the light did not fall; it was rationed. It entered through narrow slits in...

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