The Wistful Asylum

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The dream had no horizon, only a vast, churning gray that swallowed the sky and the earth in equal measure, a silence so absolute it pressed against the eardrums like deep water. Sir Aldous Vance woke not with a start, but with a slow, painful unfurling of his limbs, the stiffness of iron joints that had been locked in sleep for longer than a lifetime. He lay in the narrow cot within the stone...

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