The Wistful Asylum

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You stand at the threshold of the High Hall. The air is cold. It tastes of iron and old dust. You are Sir Caelen. You have served the King for forty years. Your armor is dented. Your sword is chipped. You are tired. The King sits upon the throne. He is young. His eyes are bright. He looks at you with pity. "Leave," he says. You bow. Your knees crack. You walk away. The hall is vast. The candles...

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