The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

You are bleeding, but you do not feel it. The red is a thick, viscous syrup that smells of iron and old pennies, pooling in the hollow of your elbow, dripping onto the floorboards of a room that should not exist. You are standing in the center of a library that stretches into an infinity of shadow, the shelves spiraling upward like the ribs of a giant beast. The air is still, heavy with the...

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