The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream was not a dream, but a corridor of wet slate that stretched into an infinite, humming dark. Margaret Holloway walked it with the mechanical precision of a woman who had forgotten how to tremble. Her shoes, sensible leather things meant for the linoleum of the Department of Civic Order, clicked against the stone with a rhythm that felt like a heartbeat stealing itself. In her hand, she...

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