The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The coat is not merely wool; it is your skin, stretched and tanned into a shape that fits the mold of the room, a room that smells of damp plaster and the metallic tang of ozone, a room where the light comes from a single, humming bulb that flickers with the irregular heartbeat of the world outside. You are standing in the center of the small, windowless cell, the walls pressing in with the...

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