The Wistful Ashes
The ledger showed four hundred and twelve memories consumed in the last quarter, each entry a small, cold weight in the Regent’s ledger of souls. Elias, the lowest-ranking archivist in the Palace of Ash, counted the days on his fingers, the skin cracked and bleeding from the dry, heated air that suffocated the corridors. He wanted to survive the winter, but survival in this place meant burning,...
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