The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The tower did not fall. It burned. That is the first thing you must understand. In the city of Oakhaven, where the spires were carved from living granite and the streets paved with the bones of old gods, nothing ever truly died. It only changed its shape. I was the Warden of the Ninth Spire, a role that smelled of wet wool and ozone, and I loved my daughter, Elara, with a ferocity that...

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