The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The hall was a cavern of iron and oil. Steam hissed from the joints of the massive press, a constant, high-pitched scream that drilled into the bone. The air tasted of rust and burnt sugar. It was the Great Hall of the Ministry of Order. A feast was set. Not of food. Of function. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the head of the table. His uniform was pressed to a razor’s edge. The brass buttons...

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