The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Elias. The name rang out across the archive, sharp and metallic, cut from the hum of the ventilation fans. It was not a call of greeting but a summons, the kind that precedes a reprimand. I looked up from the ledger, my fingers still stained with the iron-gall ink that marked the dates of the old wars. The room smelled of damp paper and the faint, sweet rot of decaying bindings. I am forty-two...

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