The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not wash the city. It merely made the grime slick. It turned the cobblestones of the District into mirrors of black oil and broken glass. I stood on the corner of Ninth and Ash, watching the umbrellas bloom and close like dark flowers. I held my badge in my pocket. It felt heavy. It felt like a stone that had been sitting in my stomach for ten years. My name is Elias Thorne. I was...

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