The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

You are lying, Elias, and I can smell the rot of it on your breath, the way a dog smells a rabbit in the tall grass, a sweet, sickening stench that makes the very air of this chamber feel thin and cold. The Inquisitor, Magistrate Thorne, did not raise his voice; he rarely did, for volume was a vulgar instrument for a man who held the keys to the Kingdom’s soul, and instead he simply leaned...

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