The Ashen Knights
ACT I — THE ASHEN WIND The spores arrived on a wind that smelled of earth and decay, and they came down like snow on a world that had forgotten what snow felt like. William Ashford was fifteen years old and kneeling beside his father's bed, holding his father's hand and watching the spores fall through the window of the solar and settle on his father's face like a veil of gray lace, and he...
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