The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wind bites. It has teeth. You feel them on your cheeks. Sharp. Cold. You are running. The gravel crunches under your boots. It sounds like breaking bones. You do not stop. You cannot stop. The road is long. It stretches into the gray mist. The mist is thick. It swallows the horizon. You are alone. You have always been alone. The weight on your back is heavy. It is not a pack. It is a bag of...

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