The Wistful Ashes

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2026-08-18 04:48:55 -

The Wistful Ashes

You walk through the grey mist that hangs low over the moor, your boots sinking into the wet, black earth with a soft, sucking sound. The air is cold, sharp against your skin, carrying the scent of decay and iron. You are not alone, though no one stands beside you. You carry the ledger in your hand, its cover worn smooth by years of careful custody. This is the only thing that matters now. The...

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