The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The road was red. Not with blood, but with the rust of old iron and the dust of a world that had forgotten its name. Thomas walked. His boots were heavy. They were made of leather, thick and dark. They had been made by his own hands. He had stitched them. He had oiled them. They were perfect. They were the best things he had ever made. And they were wearing out. The wind blew cold. It cut...

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