The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bell rang. It was not a sound. It was a weight. It dropped from the high, soot-stained ceiling of the Hall. It struck the stone floor. It cracked the silence. Elara stood. She did not look up. She looked at her hands. They were steady. They were white. They were the hands of a scholar. They were the hands of a ghost. "Speak," said the Warden. His voice was dry. Like leaves in autumn. Like...

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