The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The sky split open. Not with thunder. With light. A jagged tear of white fire ripped across the gray morning. It did not rain. It burned. Miles stood on the roof. His boots slipped on the wet slate. He held his rifle. The wood was slick. His hands were slick. Below, the city screamed. The Wardens came down from the towers. They moved in silence. Their armor was black iron. It drank the light....

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