The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The train hissed. Steam curled. It smelled of iron and wet wool. Elara pulled her coat tighter. The wind bit. It was a cold that lived in the bones. She stood at the platform edge. The city waited. Grey. Silent. A beast asleep. She held the box. It was small. Wood. Carved. Inside was the ash. The last of her brother. The last of the fire. The doors opened. She stepped inside. No one looked up....

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