The Wistful Asylum

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The mortar crumbled in the fist of the man who had once been the most celebrated scholar of the old ways, a man whose name had been etched into the limestone of universities now buried under the weight of centuries, and as the dust rose, it smelled not of decay but of roasted almonds and burnt sugar, a scent that cut through the fog of the valley like a blade of cold light, slicing through the...

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