The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the district into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the soot-stained faces of the men who worked the night shift at the foundry. I stood at the window of my study, the glass cold against my forehead, watching the water race down in silver streaks that blurred the world outside into a smear of...

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