The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream is not of fire, but of the slow, grey settling of dust upon the windowpane of a cell that smells of damp stone and stale bread. You are holding something in your hands, a small, jagged shard of blue glass, and you do not know where it came from, only that it is warm against your palm, humming with a frequency that vibrates in your teeth. In the dream, you are not a child, but an...

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