The Wistful Ashes
"You are not merely a prisoner of your sins, Elias, but a vessel for the collective memory of a world that has forgotten how to forget," the Archivist said, his voice a dry rasp that seemed to scrape against the very air of the cavernous hall, a sound like wind moving through the hollow bones of a long-dead stag. He stood before the great Obsidian Gate, a structure that defied the geometry of...
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