The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wind off the black water cut through the wool of his tunic, a sharp, icy needle that found the ache in Elias Thorne’s left knee. He stood on the ramparts of the Iron Keep, the stone slick under his boots, and watched the prisoner below. Kael was young, barely twenty, his hands bound with hemp rope that chafed raw skin to the bone. Elias wanted to strike him down before the sun dipped below...

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