The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bone in my left hand, the one that had held the sword for three decades, was not merely broken but shattered, a jagged landscape of white shards that pulsed with a dull, rhythmic ache in the cold stone room where I sat bound to the chair, the iron bit pressing against my tongue to keep me from screaming, while the man who was supposed to be my father, the man who had taught me how to hold a...

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