The Wistful Asylum

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The wind howls. It cuts through the stone. You feel it in your bones. You are old now. Your hands shake. They were steady once. They held the sword tight. They did not tremble. Not then. You stand in the hall. The torches flicker. Shadows dance on the walls. They look like ghosts. They look like faces. You know them. You see them in the dark. They are the men you left behind. They are the men...

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