The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The city of Aethelgard did not sleep, but it did not wake either. It existed in a state of perpetual, bureaucratic twilight, a sprawling labyrinth of grey stone and iron where the sun was a rumor rather than a fact. In the upper echelons of the Magistrate’s office, where the air was filtered through layers of charcoal and silence, Thomas Bradshaw sat at his desk. His hands, calloused from years...

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