The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-21 14:34:36 -

You wake in the fog. The air tastes of iron and wet wool. It is thick. It coats your tongue. You do not know where you are. You know only that you are here. And you know that you are searching. The mist clings to the ground. It swallows the world. You see only three feet in front of your face. Beyond that is nothing. A grey void. A breathing wall. You walk. Your boots crunch on gravel. The...

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