The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The glass bead in Elias’s hand was not hot. It was the size of a walnut, perfectly spherical, and it burned his palm with a cold so profound it felt like a burn. He held it up to the light of the workshop, a space that smelled of sulfur and stale sweat, where the air hung thick and still. The bead was clear, but inside it swirled a grey powder that did not settle, a suspension of ash that moved...

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