The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, breathing curtain that smelled of wet iron and old ash. You stood on the corner of Sorrow Lane, holding the leather satchel against your chest like a shield, your fingers white-knuckled around the straps. The air was thick with the hum of the Enforcers’ drones, a sound you had learned to feel in your teeth rather than...

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