The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of damp wool and the distant, rhythmic thumping of a heart that was not his own. Silas Vane stood in the center of the Great Hall of the City of Aethelgard, a place that existed in the misty, pre-industrial twilight of the old world, where stone towers pierced the grey sky like the fingers of buried giants. He was the Inspector of Anomalies, a...

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