The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The door was heavy. Iron-banded wood, swollen with the damp of a hundred winters. Elias pushed it open. It groaned. A low, wooden moan that seemed to come from the earth itself. He stepped inside. The smell hit him first. Dust. Old paper. The metallic tang of dried blood. He was the new archivist. The old man, Silas, had died in the night. No one had told Elias. They simply left the keys on the...

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