The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The mist clings to the valley floor. It is thick. It is white. It smells of wet stone and old iron. You stand on the ridge. Your boots sink into the mud. The cold bites your fingers. You hold the pistol. Your hand trembles. Not from fear. From exhaustion. Below, the village of Oakhaven sleeps. Or pretends to. The windows are dark. The streets are empty. But you know they are there. You hear the...

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