The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream was not of fire, as one might expect from a man whose hands were still stained with the soot of a world that had tried to burn itself to the ground, but of a cold, endless white snow that fell with a silence so profound it seemed to swallow the very concept of time, leaving only the faint, rhythmic crunch of his own boots on the pristine surface as he walked toward a horizon that...

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