The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The thread is bleeding, Master Vane. Silas did not look up from the loom. The light in the Hall of the High Chancellor was thin and gray, filtering through the high, narrow windows that offered no view of the sky, only the stone face of the city’s own oppression. It was the hour when the shadows lengthened against the linoleum floor, a time when the dust motes hung suspended in the stale air...

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