The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The collar was tight. Too tight. It pressed against the nape of his neck, a cold, iron ring that tasted of rust and old blood. Thomas pulled at the fabric. It did not yield. "Loosen it," he said. His voice was small. A reed in the wind. The woman across the desk did not look up. She was cleaning her spectacles. The glass was thick. Her eyes, when she looked through them, were magnified. Too...

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