Chapter155

Louise Baston 1.4k words

 

Ash.

It fell from the lifeless heavens like poisoned rain, matting against the ground in thick, dense clumps. As though razor blades charged on the peak of the wind, lashing out without mercy, every gust sliced through me with unforetold agony.

My tongue was fused to the roof of my mouth,...

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