The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The cellar smells of damp stone and the sharp, metallic tang of rust. You are alone here, in the hollow beneath the manor, where the air is thick and still. A single candle burns on a crate of old ledgers, its flame trembling as if afraid of the dark that presses against the windows. You hold a small, clay bowl in your hands. It is warm. Inside, the porridge is thick, a greyish-brown sludge...

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