The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream returns, as it always does, in the hours before dawn, when the walls of your small stone cottage seem to lean inward, pressing against your ribs. You see your father’s hand, pale and skeletal, reaching through the smoke of a fire that does not exist, the fingers curling around the air as if grasping a weight that has been removed from the world. You wake with the taste of iron in your...

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