The Wistful Ashes
The soup was thick with the sediment of the world, a grey-brown sludge that clung to the inside of the ceramic bowl with a viscosity that seemed to defy the natural laws of physics, and as Elias held the chipped vessel in his hands, feeling the heat radiate through the thin clay into his cold, gnarled fingers, he looked up at his wife, Elara, whose face was hidden behind the translucent mask...
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