The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The feast was a wound in the dark. It sat in the center of the vaulted hall, a long table of black oak groaning under the weight of roasted boar, salted herring, and wheels of cheese that smelled of the damp earth. The air was thick with the smoke of tallow candles and the heavy, cloying perfume of rosewater. Around the table sat the Elders of the Ashen Court, their faces gaunt and pale,...

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