The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain had not stopped for nine days. It drummed against the high, leaded glass of the Atrium, a steady, rhythmic tapping that sounded like fingernails on wood. Elara sat in the corner of the Grand Hall, her legs crossed beneath a woolen blanket that smelled of lavender and damp stone. She was ten years old, but her eyes held the heavy, tired weight of a woman who had watched the sun set a...

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