The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The feast is a wound in the flesh of the night, a long table stretching beneath the vaulted ceiling of the manor where the air smells of roasted pork and damp stone. You sit at the far end, your hands folded in your lap, watching the steam rise from the trencher of boiled leeks. The candles flicker, casting long, trembling shadows that dance across the faces of the elders who preside over the...

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