The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dampness of the cell does not smell of rot, but of wet stone and old iron, a scent that has settled into the marrow of my bones over twenty years of service. I am Elias Thorne, Inquisitor, and I sit before the man who will secure my promotion, his wrists bound with leather that bites into skin already bruised by the interrogations of the past week. He is a weaver, a man whose hands are...

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