The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the vaulted hall tastes of copper and old ash, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to be swallowed. You stand alone in the center of the black stone floor, the silence pressing against your eardrums with the weight of centuries, and you realize that the solitude you have always sought is not peace, but a void. The torches along the walls burn with a cold,...

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