The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so profound it felt like a weight settling upon the bones. You are standing in the center of the Ashen Quarter, where the iron bridges hang low over the smog-choked river, and the sky is the color of a bruised plum. In your hands, you hold the mirror. It is not a glass mirror, but a shard of obsidian, smooth as a river stone, cold as the...

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