The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The river did not flow. It stood. A black wall of water. A glass ceiling over the world. Marek looked up. He was alone. The city was gone. Or rather, the city had been replaced by this. A cathedral of stillness. The sky above was not blue. It was a mirror. He saw himself. High above the black water, his own face stared down. But it was older. Worn. A face carved from gray stone. The eyes were...

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