The Wistful Ashes

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2026-08-17 23:27:59 -

The Wistful Ashes

The bell tolls. It is not a sound of peace. It is a hammer striking iron. The echo hangs in the gray air of the city. You stand in the square. Your boots are wet. The stone is cold. You wear the gray coat of the Guard. The collar is high. It chokes you. A crowd gathers. They do not look at you. They look at the pillar. The pillar is white. It is old. It has stood for a hundred years. Now it is...

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