The Wistful Asylum

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The dream you keep returning to is not of monsters, but of paperwork; it is a dream of ink-stained fingers and the heavy, suffocating silence of a stone hall where the candles burn so low they seem to be dying of a slow, grey fever, and in this dream you are not the warden, nor the priest, nor the scholar who wrote the rules that bind the souls of the dead to the earth, but you are the one who...

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