The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The seal was not merely ink and paper; it was a living thing, a tiny, pulsing eye of red wax that sat upon the table between my father and me, humming with a frequency that I felt in my teeth rather than heard with my ears. We were sitting in the antechamber of the High Court of Records, a place where the air was so thick with dust and old silence that it seemed to have weight, pressing down on...

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