The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-22 11:31:32 -

The mist does not roll in; it breathes, a slow, wet expansion that swallows the stone gate of the Wistful Asylum. You stand before it, your armor cold against your skin, the weight of the sword at your hip a familiar, dull ache. It is 1342, and the world beyond this threshold is a place of debt and frost, but here, the air smells of damp earth and old roses. You want Thomas. You want your...

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