The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain in the city of Oakhaven does not fall; it hovers, a thick, grey curtain that blurs the line between the sky and the cobblestones. You are standing in the square, your boots caked in mud, your chest heaving as if you have just run a marathon through the fog. The air tastes of iron and old paper, the scent of the Archives that you have just fled. Your hand trembles, not from the cold,...

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