The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The ink on the parchment was still wet when Kaelen Ashworth refused to bow. He stood rigid in the center of the great hall, his boots planted on the cold flagstones, while the High Warden, a man named Silas, waited for the customary nod. The air in the hall was thick with the scent of roasting meat and stale beer, the Feast of Silence having begun an hour before. Around them, the other wardens...

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