The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The gate of the Citadel stood against a sky the color of bruised slate, a monolith of gray stone that had watched three centuries of executions without flinching. Edward Ashworth, a Warden of the State, adjusted the grip on his heavy iron blade. His hands were clean, scrubbed until the skin was raw and white, a stark contrast to the prisoner standing before him. The man was young, perhaps...

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