The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream always begins with the smell of char, a sharp, acrid bite that precedes the sight of the white flakes drifting down like snow. I wake in the narrow bed in the Imperial Archive dormitory, my hands clenched into fists, the ink still dark and wet beneath my fingernails from the night shift. The year is 1402, and the air in the dormitory is thick with the dust of centuries, a dry, papery...

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