The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

I. The Cotswolds stone farmhouse sat on the hill like a bone left too long in the field. Its walls held the pale gold of old butter, its roof tiles bore the green tongue of moss. The chimney stood crooked, one brick lost to the century, the rest standing guard over a hearth that had not drawn fire in seven years. Inside, the air smelled of cold ash and damp wool. The house remembered warmth....

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