Depths of Ash

The wind howls through the barren landscape, a mournful song carried on the back of swirling dust. Ancient trees claw at the sky, their branches bare like withered fingers. A sickly pale orb casts its dull light upon this desolate world. Here, in the heart of the dust, silence reigns unyielding. Yet
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