The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream is always of iron. It is a cold, heavy ring of it, sitting in the center of a room that has no walls, only a void the color of old blood. In the dream, you are not the man who sweeps the floors of the Ministry of Internal Purity, but the man who used to be a blade. You remember the weight of the hilt, the way the steel sang a low, mournful note when it cut the air. You remember the...

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