The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream was always the same: a fence line burning in the dark, the wood cracking and splitting under a heat that did not rise but pressed down, heavy and cold. Elias Vane woke with the taste of sulfur in his mouth and the fine, gritty texture of ash on his eyelashes. It was 1924, and the industrial town of Oakhaven sat under a sky the color of wet slate, the chimneys of the mill exhaling...

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