The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that separated the world of the living from the memory of the dead, and I stood alone in the center of the square, my hands trembling not from the cold which had long since stopped biting into my skin, but from the terrible, heavy silence that had finally settled over the city of Aethelgard, a silence that felt less...

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