The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

I arrived with dust on my coat. It was grey. It was thick. The air tasted of metal and old paper. I had run. I ran for three days. I ran until my legs burned. I ran until the city behind me was a smudge. I carried a box. It was small. It was wooden. It was heavy. Inside, there was a seal. It was made of clay. It was red. It was warm. It hummed. I was not the first to carry it. I was not the...

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