The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-19 23:21:31 -

The arrow struck Margaret in the shoulder. It was not a clean wound. The shaft had splintered on impact, driven deep into the soft flesh of her deltoid, lodging just beneath the clavicle. She stood frozen in the center of the great hall, the stone floor cold through the soles of her boots. The air smelled of wet wool and old blood. Around her, the defenders of the keep moved with the sluggish,...

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