The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The iron gate of Blackwood Asylum groaned in the wind, a sound like a dying beast, and I stood there with my coat torn to ribbons, the rain soaking through the wool until it weighed on me like wet sand, while inside the courtyard the fire had already started, licking up the sides of the old stone wall with a hunger that felt almost personal, almost like it knew my name. I am Sergeant Elias...

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