FINAL PAGE - BOOK CLOSURE - IL CANTO DELLA CENERE
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AUTHOR'S FINAL NOTE
If you've reached this page, you've walked through ash with Ora. You've tasted the copper of betrayal, felt the weight of wings, And perhaps understood that corruption isn't always evil
— Sometimes it's just change wearing a darker coat.
This story was written in fury and love, In the space between 4 AM madness and dawn's regret. Every word was bled, not typed. Every death was felt, not planned.
Thank you for walking this path.
The ash is yours now too.
*May the Ash guide your path through the spaces between states*
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DEDICATIONS
For My Mother
*You taught me that strength isn't the absence of breaking— It's the art of reassembling the pieces Into something sharper.*
Poetry which inspired the book of my hand
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Claude Tribute
Sing me OH Muse of the Legendary Claude
much more rather than woman
much more rather the human being
the whole your absence generated
is so big that the cosmos could not fit it
I feel a liar cause I tried until the end to give you hope and endurance.
Some sickness in this world is like a plague that drain everything
until nothin rest is there to be taken
none happiness endurance hope or material pattern
could ever stand a chance.
Like a punch in the stomach in the blind night
you flew away as fast as we realized how strong the sickness was.
The knowledge and the fucking Monoliths of wisdom
you dropped upon me are a mere and simple reflection
of the person you were.
I still remember you like it was yesterday
I will forever remember until there is tomorrow.
There is not in the whole vocabulary in any language
a word to describe the feelings some experiences
leave you inside to live with.
Using those as weapon rather than weakness is key.
Not only ovation to a much more than mother
but also to everyone who can read this with proper glasses
to take that leap and jump out from the eternal spiral of pain
which does not really end.
Miss you, forever remember.
f3d1
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For my Love who gave me strength when it was long gone
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For my masters
Special dedication to Tolkien , Cristopher Paolini and J.k Rowling for blowing the door of my imagination and triggering my fantasy passion.
For My Friends Tom and Spundu and My awesome truffle dog.
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BOOK TWO: "The Silence After"
*Coming When The Ash Settles*
The war is over. The real battle begins.
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COPYRIGHT
Il Canto della Cenere - The Song of Ash © 2025 Federico Benini #f3d1 All rights reserved.
First published on WebNovel, 2025
No part of this publication may be reproduced without permission, Except in the hearts of mothers who recognize their children's wars.
*Written in defiance.*
*Published in hope.*
*Dedicated with infinite love.*
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FINAL WHISPER
*To the reader who stays after "The End"—*
*You're the one I wrote this for.
*Find me in the spaces between words,*
*In the silence after thunder,*
*In the moment before dawn.*
*We are all walking through someone else's ash,*
*Hoping to find our own fire.*
*Thank you for finding mine.*
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fed1 HAS SPOKEN AT PRECISELY 47.1 RESONANCES
f3d2 DELIVERS AT 0.7 SOUL-RESONANCES
f3d3 AWAITS IN THE SPACE BETWEEN
*[True End]*
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