The Wistful Asylum

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The banquet hall of the Citadel did not smell of roasted fowl or spiced wine, as the old chronicles of this place once boasted, but of wet wool, iron rust, and the faint, cloying sweetness of decay that seemed to seep up from the stone floor itself. It was a vast, circular chamber, high-vaulted and dim, where the only light came from the pale, moon-like orbs floating near the ceiling, casting...

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