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... or another."
.....
The first flecks of ash fell without warning.
Soft.
Pale.
Wrong.
Not like soot from fire, nor dust from the broken ruins. These motes drifted in long, spiraling patterns—curling midair as if caught in invisible fingers. And they sang.
Not loudly.
Just barely—a kind of brittle hum, like glass under pressure.
Rein looked up.
The sky had no source.
No cloud. No burn. Just... ash
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