The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The clock shattered. It did not fall. It did not break. It unmade itself. A thousand shards of obsidian glass and brass suspended in the air, a halo of jagged stars around the mantelpiece. They hung there, trembling, reflecting a light that had no source. Elias watched. He stood in the center of the room. His shirt was untucked. His tie was loosened. He smelled of coffee and rain. "Look," said...

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