The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The stone floor of the crypt was cold enough to seep through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots, a chill that felt less like temperature and more like a slow, creeping invasion of his marrow. He stood before the open sarcophagus of King Aethelred, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the frantic, bird-like flutter of his own heart, which beat against his ribs with a rhythm that had...

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