The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The blade is wet. It is not your blood. It is the grey sludge of the factory floor, mixed with the sweat of the boy before you. You are Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw. Or you were. Now you are just a hand. A hand that knows the angle of a severed artery. You know the weight of a service revolver in a holster that has been worn thin by decades of standing at attention. You are fighting. You are always...

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