The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bell rang. It was a dull sound. It echoed in the stone. I looked up. My hands were steady. The ink was wet. The paper was white. I signed my name. Thomas Bradshaw. Clerk of the Third Order. The seal pressed down. Wax cracked. The room smelled of dust. And old wood. And fear. I stood. My knees did not shake. I had practiced this. Every night. I stood. I walked. The door opened. Cold air hit...

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