The Wistful Witness
The seal of the Ashworth family, a jagged obsidian shard set in silver, had sat upon the desk of Elias Ashworth for thirty years, a dark tooth in the mouth of the wood. It was a thing of terrible weight, not merely in its physical heft but in the gravity of the oath it represented, an oath that Elias, the last of the line, had sworn to uphold with his very life. The study was a cavern of dust...
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