The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-19 17:23:55 -

The air in the Hall of Sanctions tasted of copper and stale lavender, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to seep from the very pores of the ancient stone walls, wrapping around my throat like a wet silk scarf that refused to loosen, reminding me with every shallow, rattling breath that I was still alive, still breathing, still trapped within the invisible cage of my own failing body, which...

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