The Wistful Asylum

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2026-08-25 11:03:04 -

I have spent the last three years in the shadow of the Iron Gate, a structure that smells of damp stone and the metallic tang of old blood, and I am writing this from the vantage point of a man who no longer has hands to hold the pen. The thaw had turned the roads into a slurry of mud and rot, a physical fact that made every step toward the sub-levels a negotiation with the earth itself. I was...

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