The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The vial of Stillness sat in your palm, cold as river stone, the glass etched with a warning you had not read because you had not wanted to know what you were buying. It was a small, clear cylinder, heavy with a liquid that seemed to absorb the light around it, and you held it in the damp, dripping air of the black market alley, your fingers trembling not from fear but from the sheer, physical...

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