The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, metallic mist that coated the soot-stained windows of the textile mill and the brick rows of Harrowgate. You stood by the radiator, the iron pipes humming their low, indifferent song, and watched the steam curl upward like the ghosts of the men you had loved and lost. The room was small, shared with the dampness of the street outside...

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