The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream was always the same, a loop of grey static and the smell of burnt sugar. In the dream, Clara stood in the center of a vast, white room that had no corners, holding a jar of honey that was slowly turning into black ash. The ash did not fall; it rose, defying gravity, swirling around her until it formed the face of her daughter, Elise, who was screaming without making a sound. Clara...

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