The Wistful Ashes

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2026-08-17 10:53:44 -

The Wistful Ashes

The cart groaned under the weight of silence. Wren pulled. The reins were leather, stiff and cold. They bit into his palms. He did not look back. The road was a scar across the grey earth. It stretched toward the Gate. The Gate was high. It was black iron. It stood against the sky like a jaw. Inside, the air smelled of dust and old wine. The Hall of the Keepers was vast. The stones were cold....

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