The Wistful Ashes
The train rattled across the iron bridges of the North, a rhythmic clatter that Dr. Elias Thorne found soothing only because it masked the growing ache in his temples. He was forty years old, a senior historian at the Imperial Archive, and he had come to the remote outpost of Kael’s End not by choice, but by the quiet, suffocating pressure of the Ministry’s tenure review. His desire was simple,...
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