The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the walls of the house and seeped into the bones of the furniture, a physical weight that Margaret Holloway had come to accept as the only honest thing about her existence. She stood by the window, watching the wisteria vines outside curl and uncurl in the stagnant wind, their blossoms a bruised purple...

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