The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The Great Hall smells of roasted pheasant and old stone. You sit at the far end of the long oak table, your legs too short to reach the floor. The carpet is red, worn thin in the center like a riverbed dried by a long summer. Around you, the courtiers laugh. Their voices are smooth, polished stones rolling in a dry bed. You are not part of the laughter. You are part of the silence between the...

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