The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The morning begins not with the sun, but with the hum of the ventilation system, a low, constant drone that you have learned to mistake for the rhythm of your own blood, and you sit at the heavy oak desk in the Council Chamber, the wood polished until it is slick as a river stone, and you look at your hands, which are steady, which are clean, which are the hands of a man who has spent forty...

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