The Wistful Asylum

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You stand in the center of the hall. The floorboards creak. It is a sound you know well. It is the sound of the place dying. The air is thick. It smells of damp wool. It smells of old paper. It smells of fear. You are a man of the law. Or you were. Now you are just a man. You are alone. The others have left. They walked out into the snow. They did not look back. They carried their coats. They...

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