The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The sky above the city of Oakhaven did not darken with the threat of rain, as skies do in the stories we tell ourselves to feel safe, but instead thickened into a bruised, suffocating purple, a color that tasted of copper and old blood on the back of the tongue. I stood on the precipice of the Iron Spire, the highest point in the district, where the wind howled through the skeletal framework of...

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