The Wistful Campus

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The dampness of the Blackwood Asylum does not smell of mold or rot, but of iron and old blood, a scent that coats the back of your throat and settles in the marrow of your bones, pressing against your skull with a weight that feels less like atmosphere and more like a physical hand. You stand alone in the barracks, the silence of the institution wrapping around you with the suffocating intimacy...

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