The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Elara. The voice was not one of anger, but of administrative finality, the kind that strips a name of its warmth and leaves only the data attached to it. I stood in the corridor of the Alchemists’ Hall, my shoes slick with the dampness that seeped up from the stone floor, and watched the Senior Assessor turn his back to me. He did not look at the boy beside me, a thin creature named Piers who...

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