The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bell tolled. It was a deep, bronze sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Thomas’s bones. He stood at the edge of the clearing, his breath misting in the cold air. The forest was thick with fog. It swallowed the trees. It swallowed the light. “Stay close,” Margaret whispered. Her voice was thin. It trembled like a wire about to snap. Thomas did not answer. He looked at her. He looked...

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