The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain fell in heavy, cold sheets against the iron fence of the border checkpoint, blurring the lights of the industrial wasteland into smears of amber and grey. You stood there, your coat heavy with water, watching the silver locket at your throat vibrate against your sternum, a low, persistent hum that had grown louder with every mile you had walked away from the station. Elara stood beside...

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