The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The iron gate of the Sanctorum was breached not by force, but by the weight of my own breathing. I stood before the obsidian doors, the air thick with the scent of ozone and crushed thyme, the very breath of the institution that had consumed my father’s life and now demanded mine. In my hands, I held the Vessel. It was a simple thing, a chalice of blackened silver, cold to the touch yet humming...

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