The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Thorne. The voice came from the dark, not as a word but as a scratch, like a fingernail dragging across the spine of a leather-bound ledger. You woke with the taste of chalk dust in your mouth, the phantom sensation of a pen nib pressing into the soft meat of your palm. The dream was the same as it had been for the last six months: you standing before the great oak desk in the Ministry of...

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