The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream had no walls, only a sky the color of bruised plums, hanging low over a landscape of grey stone and silent, weeping willows. Elara stood in the center of this endless twilight, her fingers brushing the bark of a tree that was not quite a tree, but a pillar of woven shadow. She knew, with the bone-deep certainty of the supernatural, that the world above was asleep. It was the Hour of...

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