Born From The Ash
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All of it ruined.
But the study....
It was mostly intact.
The heavy desk still stood, charred but solid. Bookshelves lined the walls, some crumbling, others still holding scraps of parchment.
I crossed to the far wall.
There, hidden behind a shattered painting, was a crest carved into the stone: Ashborne's true sigil. Not the one the Council approved, but the original. The forbidden one.
A crescent moon flanked by twin wolves.
I pressed my hand to it.
Click!