The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

You dream of roots. They claw through the dark earth. White. Pale. You see them clearly. Your daughter’s hands. Tangled in the dirt. You wake. The air is thick. It smells of wet stone. And rot. You are in the Hollow. The sky above is a bruise. Purple. Black. It does not move. It watches. You know this place. You have always known it. Or perhaps you are learning it for the first time. The memory...

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