The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The sky did not break; it peeled away. Margaret Holloway watched the blue shatter like a pane of glass in a storm, revealing not the black void she had feared, but a churning, ochre abyss that smelled of burnt iron and old rain. She stood on the rooftop of the municipal archive, her hands gripping the cold stone parapet, feeling the tremor of the world beneath her boots. Below, the city of...

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