The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The oak door of the Great Hall did not creak, for it had been oiled by hands that had long since turned to dust, but to Sir Thomas Whitmore, the sound in his mind was a shriek, a tearing of the skin that he could feel against his own cheek. He stood in the shadows of the gallery, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that was heavier than it had been ten years ago, not because the metal had...

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