The Wistful Ashes
Vex moved in the grey dawn like a beast waking from a long, iron sleep, its streets paved with the crushed remnants of old promises and the mud of the delta’s endless rise. The market stalls were already unfolding their wares, the smell of rotting fish and fresh bread hanging heavy in the air, while the Enforcers patrolled the perimeter with boots that rang a hollow, metallic cadence against...
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