The Wistful Asylum

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The bell does not ring. It groans. It is a low, metallic moan that vibrates in the marrow of your shin, a sound that seems to rise from the foundation stones of the house rather than from the clapper in the tower. You are standing in the hallway, your boots muddy, your tunic damp with the autumn rain that has been falling since dawn. The air here is thick, heavy with the scent of damp wool, old...

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