The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bell in the tower did not ring. It screamed. A long, jagged tear in the air that pulled the sky down to the cobblestones. Margaret stood on the threshold of the house. Her boots were heavy. The mud was thick. She did not look back. Behind her, the city of Oakhaven slept. Or so it seemed. The windows were dark. The streets were empty. But the air hummed with a low, electric buzz. A vibration...

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