The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain tasted of copper. It slicked the back of Elias’s neck, cold and metallic. He held the badge tight. It was warm. The heat radiated from the metal, not the air. The badge was worn. The edges were smooth. The gold plating was gone. Only the brass remained. It was his. He had carried it for twenty years. Now it was just brass. Just weight. He stood in the alley. The wet stones reflected...

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