The Wistful Ashes
You are Caelen, and the ink is already under your skin. It seeps from the creases of your left palm, a dark tide that has no source, staining the leather of your glove until it stiffens and cracks. You are a Warden of the Ashen Gate, thirty years old, and your duty is to retrieve the Charter of Silence from the hermit Vane. The State says the document is a weapon, a tool of treason that marks...
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