The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The hall smelled of roasted boar and burning juniper. It was a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air like a heavy curtain, masking the chill that seeped from the stone walls. Aldous sat at the center of the long oak table, his hands resting on the polished wood, steady and pale. He was the Keeper of the Loam, a title that sounded grand in the old tongue but meant little more than the man...

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