The Wistful Throne

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The smell of ash was not the sweet, woody scent of a hearth fire but the sharp, metallic tang of burnt bone, and it filled the scriptorium of St. Jude’s Abbey so thickly that Elara could taste it on her tongue even as she watched the boy dissolve. Thomas, who had been copying the Psalms just moments before, had fallen forward, his head striking the cold stone floor with a dull thud, and now...

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