The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the Hall of Whispers tastes of ozone and crushed lavender, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like a secret you are not yet ready to speak. You stand at the precipice of the Obsidian Bridge, the only path crossing the chasm of the Unnamed Valley, where the mist coils in serpentine ribbons that seem to writhe with their own distinct, malevolent intent. You are merely a...

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