The Wistful Asylum

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The stone bit into your cheek. Cold. Damp. Real. You are Marcus. You are a guard. You are here because you said yes. You did not say yes to this. You said yes to the order. You said yes to the chain. Now the chain is around your throat. The cell is small. It is a box. The box is made of black rock. The rock is wet. It smells of rot. It smells of old blood. You can taste it. It is on your...

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