The Wistful Ashes
The envelope was thick with the weight of six pounds, fifteen shillings, and a few copper pennies, the total sum of Elara Vane’s remaining wages. She held it in her left hand, the paper soft and slightly damp from the damp cellar air, while her right hand smoothed the front of her grey dress. It was the last day of her service. The coast was three days’ ride away, and the ticket cost four...
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