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Chapter 3 The language of those who burn

Word Count: 1049    |    Released on: 19/06/2025

owers of the dead gods. It emitted no sacred sounds or offered loud prayers. It wa

distanced her from the world she knew. There were no whispers or chants, only the scrape of

ng rock, black as the moonless night. The air was charged. Not just with heat or

hall, Asha froze. Not out of

ting, like ash that had settled into letters. Small braziers floated in the air, without rop

oved like shadows. They washed the corridors, polished the ob

re dangerous. The voice was a weapon. And

he Guardians. The voice was hoarse

d, saying

ou sp

wered her eyes and shook he

chuckled faintl

ute. Better

ey assigned her three tasks: to maintain the cleanliness of the Hall, rearrange the ritual po

lently

ected explanations from a mute. Her muteness was like an invisible veil that prot

ut also murmured. When she ran her hand over certain lines, they were activated: f

woman's voice calling her daughter's name. "Asha," she said. The s

was she being called fr

. Each cylinder contained bone dust and sealed memory. Some bore labels wit

tongue-passed her a cylinder and signaled: do not open it. Asha nodded.

. They communicated with movements, glances, and breathing. One of them taught her a hand

, supported by pillars carved with mouthless faces. There, the loose fragments were stored: w

ars to capture the floating essences that still sizzled like ghostly embers. Each fragment was s

se fragments stirred violently as she drew

piercing the mask. It entered through

hen s

thin. Not a person, but

k glass. His shadow multiplied. He didn't s

sten. Remember.

r body trembling. She knew that if she screamed, someone would co

away and returned to her cell. She d

details: symbols that only appeared in certain lights, noises only

ith three lines inside. It was the symbol of the Ancient Bond. The same on

ry," the old man said. A

new when the Keepers of High Fire arrived. She knew which slaves murmured forbidden names in their sl

ould restore the wor

had not been a coincidence. N

simply waiting for the exact moment

e had swa

d also ig

re, waited for h

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