The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the Ashen Monastery did not smell of incense or old parchment, as the pilgrims outside the high walls might imagine, but of chalk dust and dried lavender. Brother Elias, thirty-two years old and bent under the weight of a duty he had never chosen, stood before the heavy oak door of the Abbot’s sanctum, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the desperate, rhythmic thumping...

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