The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The ledger lay open on the stone table, the ink still wet and black as a bruise. Elias Thorne stared at the column of debts, his hand trembling slightly as he held the quill. Outside, the wind carried the scent of sulfur and burnt sugar, the signature perfume of the Grey Rot. It had taken the barn roof last night. By morning, the timber had turned to a fine, grey powder that clung to the...

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