The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The tincture smelled of wet stone and rotting lilies, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a second skin. He stood in the damp shadow of the castle’s lower corridor, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the clay vial in his grip, the liquid inside swirling with a faint, pulsating luminescence that seemed to breathe in rhythm with his...

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