The Ash Wing

The Forgotten Fire

This wing smells of smoke and lost things.

The Riddle

I erase and preserve in one stroke.

I am what remains when memory is gone.

I cannot be written upon—only from.

What am I, made of what was burned?

Clue Cards

Pages scorched. Secrets sealed.
The Ledger
Even fire remembers music.
The Violin
They swarmed for joy. They stayed for fire.
Three of Moths
A voice in both ears. Only one is yours.
Two of Whispers
The wing returns before the body.
Eight of Moths

Other Doors

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