The Wistful Asylum

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You wake in the dark. The air tastes of iron and wet wool. Your hands are bound. You do not struggle. You know the weight of the silence. It is heavier than the chains. The room is small. Stone walls. A single window, high up, letting in a sliver of gray dawn. You are a soldier. You are a ghost. The war is over, or perhaps it never ended. You are in the house of the dead. Or so they say. You...

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