The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain falls in sheets, cold and relentless, blurring the grey horizon where the city meets the waste. You stand at the threshold of the old stone house, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and decay. Behind you, the road stretches out, empty and white with fog. Ahead, the door is open. It has always been open. You know this because you have walked this path a thousand times, or perhaps...

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