The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The interrogation room smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of fear, a scent that had replaced the earthy perfume of dried sage and wormwood in my nostrils. I sat on a wooden chair that felt too small for my body, my hands bound loosely with leather cord, while Councilman Halloway stood before me, his face a mask of bureaucratic outrage. He did not shout; he did not need to. The silence...

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