The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain in the city did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, a viscous layer of oil and ash that coated the soles of Martin’s boots with a rhythmic, wet slap that echoed in the narrow alleyways. He stood before the door of the Ministry of Compliance, a building of gray stone and iron that seemed to grow out of the earth like a tumor, and he watched a pigeon peck at a...

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