The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The feast was not of food, but of light. You sit at the long table. The wood is pale. It smells of sap and rain. Around you, the others eat. They do not chew. They absorb. The air is thick. It hums. You are a guard. You wear the grey. The grey is old. The grey is worn. The threads are thin. You feel them on your skin. They are part of you. You are the grey. The room is vast. There are no walls....

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