The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

"Stop it," Kael hissed, his face pale under the harsh glare of the high-ceilinged hall. "The drones are scanning the left flank. If they catch the heat signature of your chisel, you’re done." Juma Mushi did not look up from the table. His hands were steady, though his knuckles were white, gripping the edge of the wood. The feast was in full swing, a grotesque parody of celebration. The air...

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