The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

I woke not with the sharp sting of pain or the sudden jolt of fear, but with the heavy, humid weight of a fever that had long since passed, leaving behind only a residue of grey fatigue that settled into the marrow of my bones like silt in a stagnant river. The air in the room was thick with the scent of boiled starch and the metallic tang of old blood, a combination that had become so...

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