The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dust in the Hall of Judgments did not settle; it hovered, a suspended galaxy of grey particulate that smelled faintly of ozone and old copper. Magistrate Elara Vane stood before the High Council, her fingers white-knuckled around a glass vial no larger than a thimble, her eyes fixed on the face of Chief Justice Thomas Bradshaw. He sat at the apex of the semi-circular bench, his robes heavy...

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