The Wistful Ashes

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2026-08-19 15:33:12 -

The Wistful Ashes

The dream always began with the smell of burnt sugar, a sweet, acrid scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad memory. In the dream, the air was thick with smoke, and the ground beneath his feet was not earth but ash, a soft, grey powder that whispered under his boots. Thomas woke before the smoke could reach his eyes, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, the damp...

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