The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream is not of a place, but of a weight. You are standing in the center of a vast, circular room that smells of ozone and old paper, the air so still it feels solid against your skin. In your hands, you hold a sphere of black glass, smooth as a river stone, but it radiates a heat that burns without blistering. This is the artifact. It is the thing you have carried across oceans, through...

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