The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream was wet. Elara woke to the smell of iron. Not rust. Fresh blood. Or perhaps wet metal. The air in the workshop tasted of rust and ozone. It was Tuesday. Or Wednesday. The calendar on the wall had been peeled back by the dampness. The year was indistinct. The century was a blur of smoke. She sat on the bench. The wood was cold. Her hands were stained black. Ink. Or grease. She could...

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