The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain on the glass roof of the Ministry of Continuity did not drip; it hissed, a continuous, sibilant whisper that seemed to scrub the soul clean of memory. I stood in the queue, my left hand clutched tight against my chest where the bone used to be, feeling the cold phantom weight of the thing they had taken. It was a Tuesday, or what passed for Tuesday in the grey, lightless sprawl of the...

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