The Wistful Asylum
The world broke not with a scream but with a shattering, a jagged, crystalline explosion of sound that tore through the ancient silence of the heath and left you holding the pieces of your own skull in your hands, the fragments of your mind scattered across the mist like broken glass that caught the pale, dying light of the sun and threw it back in a thousand blinding, chaotic shards that you...
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