Savannah Allen

From the Ashes

The ashen haze was a bleak contrast to the sky of the previous days that had tainted everything with the amber hue. I tried to keep my gaze fixed on the road, the only thing that seemed to have been left untouched, but I couldn’t help but catch glimpses of my surroundings. The ground was the colour of pumice and studded with the skeletal remains of the trees that had stood there…

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