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The Final Gathering
Author: VJ Tells
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The full moon loomed like an ivory sentinel above the Ashborne Mausoleum, its light cold and unforgiving as it spilled across the marble forecourt. The iron gates stood open tonight—an ancient tradition reserved for only the most sacred rites of the Order.

Julius adjusted his ceremonial cloak, its deep green trimmed with gold thread. The mask of bone and onyx covered half his face, but his eyes remained sharp beneath it, tracking each noble as they passed through the archway carved with the Order’s creed: From ash, reborn. Through blood, made pure.

Inside, the mausoleum had been transformed. Candles flickered in controlled rows, their wax pooling onto limestone. At the center, a stone dais rose like a sacrificial altar, etched with the names of every Grand Warden before Silas. Their shadows loomed behind the living, watching.

Julius kept to the periphery as nobles murmured in clusters—families bound by old alliances and quiet threats. Their sigils were woven into silk sashes, their sm
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