The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The banquet hall smelled of rendered tallow and stale ambition, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the hair and the throat like a second skin. We were gathered in the Great Hall of the Ministry of Sustenance, a cavernous space where the shadows pooled in the corners like spilled ink, and the long tables stretched into the distance, lined with figures who looked less like people and more like...

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