The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The chandeliers in the Oakhaven Town Hall swung gently, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished floor. Elias Thorne stood rigid in his uniform, the brass buttons of his sergeant’s tunic catching the dim light. Beside him, Clara leaned heavily on his arm, her face pale and drawn, her eyes fixed on a point somewhere in the middle distance. The air was thick with the smell of roasted...

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