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The grey snow fell not from the clouds, but from the smoldering bones of the world.

They called it the Ashing. It had been seven years since the Great Compact was shattered, and the skies had never truly cleared. Ashes of War [v1.0]

Silas did not look up. He knew the heavy, labored breathing of Bram, his squad’s last surviving shield-bearer. "I know," Silas murmured. "I’m just checking for salvage. Every scrap of iron counts if we are going to make it through the Pass." The grey snow fell not from the clouds,

"We move at moonrise," Silas said, standing up and letting the shield fall back into the mud with a dull thud. "Gather the others. Tell them to wrap their boots in wool. The silent-striders are hunting the perimeter again." labored breathing of Bram