The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the town of Oakhaven did not smell of rain or earth, but of a cloying, sweet rot, a perfume of decaying orchids that clung to the back of the throat like a held breath. It was the scent of the Mist, a viscous, amber-hued fog that had settled over the valley three weeks prior, swallowing the sun and turning the world into a diorama of muted, bruised colors. Seven-year-old Elias sat on...

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