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The Queen of Ash - Wayward Knights

"Wholesome words are for the crackle of the campfire, where wood burns to ash; where wounds are laid bare to the grim, dark pyre; when wooden words are swept away to cold stone, succour is lost to those frigid, unyielding walls that loom and tower with terrific abandon; the Queen of Ash calls this hallow hall her home; verily for Gabriel the forest kept the darkness at bay; within climes of the hearth they come baying; yet there is a voice in the cold darkness - those that three are Wayward in the world; to them the Ash Queen beseeched: “When will the grief end?”
The voice, barely a whisper, pulled at her ear as she sought their weight in the floor underfoot: “Never, but you learn to walk with it, always.”