The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down by the weight of the sky, a gray, relentless curtain that blurred the line between the road and the fields of withered grain. Elias Vance ran through it, his breath coming in jagged, white bursts that vanished almost instantly into the cold air. His boots slipped on the mud, sending him sprawling, and he tasted the metallic tang of iron and...

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