The Wistful Witness

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The ash falls like grey snow upon the ramparts of Ashworth, and you stand in the eye of the storm, your sword arm trembling not from fatigue, but from the sudden, violent absence of the thing you have spent your life chasing. The air tastes of copper and burnt sugar, a cloying sweetness that clings to the back of your throat, thick as honey and twice as bitter. You are the High Warden, the last...

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