The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it was enforced, a rhythmic, mechanical drumming against the steel shutters of the High Council’s antechamber. Colonel Elias Thorne stood with his back to the window, watching the water trace jagged, frantic paths down the glass. In his right hand, he held a small, worn brass compass. The needle had stopped turning three years ago, frozen in a direction that no...

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