The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wind off the moor did not howl, as the poets of the lowlands claimed it did. It scraped. It was a dry, rasping sound, like a piece of coarse sandpaper being dragged across a rough-hewn beam, a sound that settled in the teeth and worked its way into the marrow of the bones. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my hands buried deep in the pockets of my heavy wool coat, watching the fog roll in...

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