The Ashen Wreath

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The Ashen Wreath

I never asked for mercy, and I never got it. The world does not owe you your birthright—this my father learned, late in life, from a woman with half her face burned to black scar tissue. She was a seamstress in the poorer ward of Manchester, stitching bonnets for women whose husbands could not afford fresh faces. Her name was Eleanor Hartley, and she was the lowest of my father's...

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