The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bell tolled. It was the third. The sound was a physical blow, a dull thud against the ribs of the stone hall. Silas stood. His knees cracked. He had been kneeling for hours. The prayer was over. The silence that followed was heavier than the noise. He looked at the bowl. It sat on the obsidian table before him. It was full. The contents were a pale, viscous white. It smelled of burnt sugar...

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