The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The kiln roared with a voice that was not quite sound, a low, grinding thrum that vibrated in the marrow of Silas Thorne’s bones as he adjusted the clay vessel, his fingers stained with the grey dust of the earth, the heat pressing against his skin like a living thing that demanded to be fed and feared in equal measure. In the hallowed, cavernous workshop of the Imperial Porcelain Guild, where...

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