The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain in the capital does not wash things clean; it only makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into black mirrors that reflect the hollow faces of the Wardens passing above. You stand in the obsidian hall of the Ministry of Purity, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old iron, your hand resting on the hilt of your sidearm as you wait for the prisoner. You are Elias...

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