The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

You dream of the red pin again, that small, jagged thing of polished garnet and tarnished silver that sits against your collarbone like a second, smaller heart, beating in time with the damp chill of the cellar where you have been held for three weeks, three weeks of counting the cracks in the plaster and listening to the rats scurry through the straw, and you think to yourself that this is the...

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