The Wistful Ashes
The feast was held in the Hollow, a cavernous depression in the earth where the air tasted of iron and old rain. It was a night of high celebration, the kind that the Guild of the Iron Lung mandated for every seventh year, to mark the survival of the district. Candles made from rendered fat burned in brass sconces that had been polished until they reflected the faces of the attendees with a...
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