The Wistful Ashes

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2026-08-18 01:48:53 -

The Wistful Ashes

The great hall of the Iron Citadel was thick with the smell of roasted boar and stale beer, a heavy, cloying fog that seemed to settle into the pores of everyone present. Torches lined the high stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows that looked like grasping fingers against the grey masonry. At the head of the long oak table sat Lord Vane, his face ruddy and swollen with drink, his eyes...

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