The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The stone was cold, but Elias’s hands were on fire. He stood in the center of the shattered nave of St. Jude’s, the dust of the collapsed archway settling on his shoulders like ash. He was thirty years old, a mason of the Guild, and he had just watched the roof give way to the weight of the winter. His daughter Clara was sick. The fever had taken her breath, leaving her small body rattling in...

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