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The Emberfall
Author: MDW
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He fell like a star no one remembered.

Through collapsed dimensions, broken timelines, and silent universes, Brown’s body—burned, barely alive—landed in a realm untouched by gods or maps. The land itself rejected logic. The skies bled static. The air whispered memories not yet born.

Brown gasped.

He was alive.

But everything else was gone.

His name, his past victories, even his enemies—burned away in the last confrontation. Only Clara’s face remained in his mind like a dying ember.

He sat up slowly, flames crackling around his broken fingers.

A voice called out.

“You're not from here.”

Brown looked up to see a woman standing atop a dune of shifting bones. Her eyes shimmered like cracked mirrors. Her armor was made of thought and echo.

“I’m called Solara,” she said. “And this place... this is where forgotten things come to breathe again.”

Brown stood, wincing.

“Then it’s the right place for me.”

Meanwhile — Ash Citadel, Clara’s Quarters

Clara sat at the edge of her bed, staring at the
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