The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The iron breath of the forge was a living thing, a serpentine exhalation that curled through the smoky air of the workshop, tasting of burnt charcoal and the metallic tang of old blood, and it was into this thick, suffocating embrace that Silas Thorne drove the point of his spear, the tip finding the soft, yielding flesh of the warden’s neck with a wet, decisive thrust that seemed to stop the...

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