The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The parchment was thick, heavy as a door slab, and the ink had dried to a black crust. Elias Thorne held it by the corner, his thumbs pressing into the rough fiber. The light in the Hall of Measures was thin, cutting through the high windows at a low angle, turning the dust motes into slow, drifting ash. He read the seal again. It was the Warden’s mark, a circle bisected by a vertical line....

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