The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The fog that rolled off the river into the city of Oakhaven did not merely obscure; it consumed, a thick, grey wool that strangled the light and turned the spires of the old cathedral into ghostly teeth gnashing at a bruised sky. I had walked for three days to reach the Gates of Ash, my boots heavy with the mud of the lower districts, my lungs burning with the smell of sulfur and wet stone. I...

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