The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The black sap drips from the ceiling of the Ashen Keep, a viscous, oily tear that smells of burnt hair and old iron. You are Elias, thirty-two, a Warden whose hands have not stopped shaking since the winter began. You want only to survive the cold, to keep your body intact long enough to see your daughter, Mara, who sits in the lower cells for the crime of speaking words the Regent deems...

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