The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The sky split open with a sound like tearing silk. It was not thunder. It was a shriek, high and thin, that vibrated in the teeth of everyone in the lower districts. Cael dropped his bowl. The ceramic shattered against the cobblestones. Porridge spilled, thick and grey, pooling in the cracks of the ancient street. He did not look down. He looked up. The air was already tasting of iron and burnt...

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