The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the Citadel of Saint Jude did not smell of stone, nor of the damp moss that crept up the ancient limestone walls, but of ozone, a sharp, metallic tang that tasted of lightning trapped in glass and the specific, sterile scent of ozone-burnt hair that clung to the skin long after the lightning had ceased to strike. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the Hall of Records, his hands...

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