The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain fell on the black iron fence of the manor with a sound like static, a ceaseless, hissing noise that had worn a path into Thomas Bradshaw’s skull over the last three days. He stood at the window, his uniform immaculate, the brass buttons catching the dim light of the gas lamps that flickered outside like dying stars. Inside, the house was silent, a tomb of velvet and dust, waiting for...

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