The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The coat was heavy. It smelled of wool and old smoke, a scent that had settled into the fibers over decades of wear. Elias stood by the window of the small, cramped office, watching the rain streak down the glass. The drops ran in long, jagged lines, like scratches on a mirror. He touched the lapel. The fabric was thinning at the elbows. The buttons were loose. It was a coat that had been...

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