The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The mortar and pestle ground the bone to a fine, grey powder, the sound a dry, rhythmic rasp that seemed to scrape against the inside of Elara’s skull as she worked, her hands steady despite the tremor that had lived in her fingers for the last three days since the Council had dragged her father from his bed. She was not a witch, not in the way the common folk whispered in the market squares,...

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