The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

In the dream, the sky was a bruised plum, heavy and silent. Elara woke with the taste of iron on her tongue, the phantom weight of a crown pressing against her scalp. She was fifty-three, but in the sleep, she had been young, running through fields that did not exist. The air in her bedroom was stale, thick with the scent of old wool and the bitter tang of dust. Outside, the fog rolled in from...

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