The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The frost had not melted in the valley for forty days. It lay thick and white over the stone foundations of the Whitmore estate, a silent blanket that muffled the sound of the wind. Inside the main hall, the air was dry and smelled of dust and old paper. Elias Whitmore stood by the window, his back to the room. He wore the grey wool of the Guard, the fabric stiff with age and sweat. His hands...

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