The Wistful Asylum

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The trial by combat had ended six hours ago, yet Kaelen still counted the bruises forming along his left ribcage, each one a dull, thudding coin in the ledger of his pain. He stood in the courtyard of the Obsidian Spire, the stone beneath his boots cold and damp with the morning mist, watching the High Inquisitor’s carriage depart down the long, sloping drive. The air smelled of wet iron and...

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