The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the Hall of Records always tasted of wet stone and old ink, a flavor that had settled into my lungs long before I realized I had been breathing it for thirty years. I stood before the Great Archive, the building that anchored the town of Oakhaven like a iron nail driven through the skin of the earth. It was not a house, nor a church, but a mechanism of memory, a place where the words...

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