The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The hall is vast. Candles burn. They drip. Wax pools. It smells of tallow. And blood. You sit. You are the Scholar. Your robes are grey. They are heavy. They drag. You are not a man. You are a function. A vessel for the Word. The Word is the Law. The Law is the Cage. The King eats. He chews. His jaw works. He does not look at you. He looks at the meat. He looks at the bone. He picks it clean....

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