The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-19 18:08:10 -

The hall smelled of beeswax and old blood, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like a fine, grey silt. Cornelius stood in the center of the vaulted ceiling’s shadow, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the air, which felt less like atmosphere and more like a physical hand pressing down on his shoulders. He was a...

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