The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

"You have the file, Elias." The voice was low. It was a rasp, like dry leaves skittering over stone. It belonged to Thorne. He stood by the window. The glass was dirty. It was thick. It smeared the light of the dying town into a gray blur. "I have it," I said. My hand was on the lever. It was iron. It was cold. It was worn smooth by years of use. By my use. By the use of every man who held this...

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