The Wistful Ashes
Chapter One Vellum was a town that had forgotten how to breathe. The air hung heavy with the scent of sulfur and burnt peat, a physical weight that pressed against the lungs of every child born after the Combustion Edict. Qing He sat on the damp stone of the wharf, his boots soaked through by a drizzle that had outlasted the last of the coats. In his left boot, hidden beneath the sole, the...
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