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Arkham Asylum.
You think you understand it.
The stone, the iron bars, the locked doors…
But the asylum is not what it seems.
It breathes. It listens. It waits.
And I… I have been here since the beginning.
I remember every soul who ever crossed these halls, every whispered confession, every laugh, every scream.
Do not mistake me for a ghost.
I am not dead.
I am the walls. I am the corridors. I am the quiet behind your heartbeat when the lights flicker.
The criminals, the doctors, the frightened souls—they all come and go.
But I remain.
I know their secrets. I know yours.
And I never forget.
Step inside.
Look closely.
The asylum is alive.
And so am I.
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