The Wistful Ashes
The bell of the Great Hall did not ring; it detonated. A sound like the breaking of a world, shattering the silence that had settled over the city of Oriel since the dawn of the Reformation. It was not a warning, but a verdict. Elara Vance stood at the center of the obsidian floor, her hands still stained with the indigo residue of the last weave, the dye seeping into the whorls of her...
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