The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Act I The kerosene was gone, and the night in the close was long and hard as iron. I stood in the kitchen of the coaching inn, number one hundred and twenty-six of Widow's Landing, watching the frost creep up the glass. The air tasted of coal smoke and damp wool. My brother Ewan sat at the table, his face grey, his eyes hollowed out by the Ashen Rot. He coughed, and a fine powder of grey dust...

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