The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The mist clung to the stone walls of the Blackreach, a damp shroud that smelled of wet wool and old blood. Elias sat in the corner of the cell, his back against the cold limestone. His hands were bound. They had always been bound. Not by rope, nor by iron, but by the weight of a promise he had made to a woman who no longer existed in the world of the living, or perhaps, had never existed at...

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