The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wind in the High Spires did not blow; it screamed. It was a sound that had no beginning and no end, a perpetual, high-pitched keen that drilled into the marrow of the stone and the bone of the man who stood alone at the edge of the precipice. Elias Thorne held the Ashen Key in his left hand, his fingers wrapped so tightly around its jagged, cold form that the knuckles had turned the color...

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