The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The table was set for twelve, but only six chairs held weight. I stood by the window, watching the rain smear the streetlights into long, bruised streaks of amber on the wet pavement. Inside, the hum of the ventilation system was a low, constant drone, a sound that had become the baseline of my existence. I adjusted the collar of my shirt, a small, precise movement that did nothing to ease the...

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