The Wistful Ashes

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2026-08-18 16:21:37 -

The Wistful Ashes

The feast was a lie of bread and wine, a desperate performance of normalcy in the hall that had once hosted kings. I sat at the high table, my hands trembling beneath the linen cloth, watching the steam rise from the roasted boar. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and decay, a perfume that had become my second skin. Outside, the winter wind howled against the stone walls, a sound like...

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