The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The sky had turned the color of a bruised plum, hanging low over the smog-choked valley of Ashen Creek, where the air tasted of sulfur and old copper. I was mending a belt, my fingers stiff with the cold that had settled into the marrow of my bones, when the ground beneath the workshop floor began to shudder. It wasn't an earthquake, not exactly; it was a vibration, a low-frequency hum that...

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