The Wistful Ashes
Chapter One The chisel slipped, and the black sap that oozed from the stone was warm, smelling of iron and wet earth, a scent that clung to Priya Pillai’s fingers long after she had wiped them on her apron. She stood before the Eternal Gate in the year 84 of the Ashen Compact, the air still and heavy with the humidity of the backwaters, the karst towers around them reflected in the stagnant...
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