The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain tapped against the glass. A steady, rhythmic sound. It filled the room. I sat in the chair by the window. The glass was cold. My breath fogged on it. I wiped it away. The view outside was blurred. Trees. Gray sky. The water ran down in thin lines. It looked like tears. Or perhaps just rain. I checked my watch. It was three in the afternoon. I had been waiting for two hours. The silence...

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