The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The ink had not yet dried on the final clause when Silas felt the hair on his forearms stand up, a physical warning that preceded any sound or movement. He sat in the high court of the Iron Citadel, a room so vast that the silence itself seemed to have weight, pressing against his eardrums. His hands trembled as he crossed out the word *loyal* and replaced it with *devoted*, a microscopic...

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