The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-19 19:17:31 -

The chain is cold. It bites into the wrist. You do not look down. You look up. The tower is black. The sky is black. “Stand still,” says the voice. It is a man’s voice. Low. Rough like stone. You freeze. Your body is a statue. Your soul is a scream. “Who are you?” the voice asks. “I am no one,” you say. Your lips feel thick. Heavy. “Liar.” He steps closer. You smell him. Iron. Blood. Old wool....

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