The Wistful Ashes
The tower of St. Jude’s did not fall; it dissolved. This was the first truth that the Chronicler, Thomas Bradshaw, accepted as his own, a reality so absolute it stripped the air of its weight. He stood at the apex of the observation deck, a place of cold stone and iron grates, where the wind howled not with malice but with the hollow resonance of a broken bell. Below him, the city of Oakhaven...
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