The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

In Vael, the air tasted of rust and wet chalk, a flavor that coated the back of the throat and refused to clear. Philippe Chargois stood at the edge of the town square, his hand resting on the cold iron of the gate, feeling the vibration of the line beneath his fingertips. It was a thin, humming thing, barely a whisper of heat against the skin, but it had been growing louder for three days,...

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