The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The seal was cold, a disc of hammered lead that fit Elias’s palm like a stone from the riverbed. It had belonged to his father, and now it was cracked down the center, the engraving of the stag split into two halves. Elias held it over the hearth, the firelight catching the jagged edge, and he watched the final page of the chronicle curl and blacken in the heat. The smoke smelled of old paper...

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