The Wistful Asylum
The gate is heavy. It is made of iron. It is cold. You pull. It does not move. You push. It holds. You are a soldier. You are a guard. You are here. The fog is thick. It smells of wet stone. It smells of rot. It smells of old blood. You look at your hands. They are red. They are dry. They are cracked. You look at the building. It is tall. It is black. It has no windows. It has only doors. Many...
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