The Wistful Ashes
The air smells of wet stone and old iron. You are kneeling. Your knees ache. The floor is cold. It presses into your skin. You are in the Undercroft. The walls are high. The ceiling is black. Dust hangs in the air. It moves slowly. It never settles. You are the Keeper of the Ash. You are also the Prisoner. The Ash is in the bowl before you. It is gray. It is soft. It looks like dead leaves. It...
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