The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The iron key turned in the lock with a sound like a bone breaking, sharp and final, sealing the heavy oak door of the interrogation chamber shut. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the room, his hands bound behind his back by chains that bit into the raw flesh of his wrists, the cold metal a constant, biting reminder of the weight of his own conscience. Across the table sat Magistrate...

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