The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The train smelled of wet wool and rust. Elias sat by the window, watching the gray fields blur past. He was a man of few words. His coat was brown. His eyes were tired. He held a ticket to the Capital. The ticket was stamped. The stamp was red. He was an investigator. The Ministry called him that. He found things. He found people. He found faults. Today, he sought the Spire. The Spire stood in...

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