The Wistful Ashes
The rain in the valley of St. Jude did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray veil that blurred the line between the earth and the sky, turning the world into a watercolor left out in a storm. Elias Thorne, the Warden of the Perimeter, stood at the glass wall of his office, watching the droplets race down the pane in frantic, silent sprints. He was a man carved from the same hard,...
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