The Wistful Ashes
The trial closes at dawn, Elias. You know this. You have known it for three years, ever since the gray dust settled over the south fields and the Council sealed the gates. You stand in the High Warden’s office, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old paper. Your brother, Thomas, is dead. They executed him two years ago for spreading the Ash Blight, for cursing the soil with his own...
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