The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The hall was warm. The beeswax candles burned low. The air smelled of roasting pork and old stone. Brother Elias stood by the fire. He was small. His hands shook. They were the hands of a gardener. They were also the hands of a killer. He watched the children eat. They did not look up. They chewed. They swallowed. They waited. "Brother," said Abbot Thomas. His voice was low. It rumbled like...

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