The Wistful Asylum

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The parchment was heavy, the wax seal broken and cold under Aldric’s thumb. He read it twice, the ink blurring slightly as the Iron Sigil burned in his other hand, a white-hot coal that did not sizzle but ate. It was a decree. The castle was to be sealed. He was to remain at the gate alone. The other knights were ordered to retreat to the inner sanctum. The paper smelled of tallow and old...

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