The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the old city into slick, black mirrors reflecting a sky that never quite seemed to exist. I sat in the high, windowless office of the Inquisitor, the leather chair creaking under the weight of my silence, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and the faint,...

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