The Wistful Asylum

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I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the sound of scratching at the door. The Whispering Ivy was there, thick as a man’s wrist, its black leaves pressing against the wood like bruised fruit. I am Elias, forty-two years old, a warden in the keep of King Aldric, and I have served him for twenty years. My hands are steady, but my heart is not. I want my pension. I want to leave this stone...

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