The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bell did not ring. It broke. A sound like a wet bone snapping echoed through the Hall of Echoes. The great bronze mouth, suspended from the vaulted ceiling, hung in jagged halves. Dust rained down on the polished stone floor. Master Aldric did not flinch. He stood in the center of the room, his hands resting on his knees. He was old. His spine was a question mark bent by decades of stooping...

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