The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The feast was a riot of steam and salt, the air thick with the smell of roasting lamb and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that always preceded a judgment. We sat in the great hall of the Iron Spire, a structure that defied the logic of the world below, rising from the fog like a broken tooth. My name was Elias, and I was the Inquisitor. Or at least, that is what the crowd called me. In...

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