The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of iron and wet stone, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to be swallowed. I walked with the rhythm of a man who has forgotten how to stop, his boots sinking into the mud of the ridge path, each step a small, deliberate act of defiance against the gray, suffocating silence of the valley below. My brother, Elias, walked...

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