The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wind did not blow; it scraped. It tore at the edges of the world with a sound like tearing silk, a high, thin shriek that cut through the heavy wool of Maren’s coat. She was running, or perhaps she was only stumbling forward with a determination that had outlasted her legs, through the grey expanse of the Salt Flats. The ground here was not earth but a compressed memory of oceans, a pale,...

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