The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The iron gate groaned against the damp earth, a sound like a bone snapping in a frozen limb, and you stood before the Threshold, where the air tasted of copper and old, dried blood. The Warden’s voice did not come from a throat but from the stones themselves, vibrating through the soles of your boots, a low, tectonic rumble that you felt in your teeth before you understood the words. "You have...

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