The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The hall smells of wax and old iron. You stand at the edge of the table. The feast is over, or perhaps it has just begun, depending on which clock you trust. The candles are tall. They burn with a steady, white violence. You are a Scholar of the Third Order. Your robes are grey, cut close to the skin, heavy with the dust of the archives. Around you, the other Scholars eat. They eat with...

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