The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain fell in sheets of gray iron. It drummed against the slate roof of the mill house, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that matched the thudding in Sergeant Thomas Ashworth’s skull. He stood by the window, watching the fog roll off the river below. The mist swallowed the world whole, leaving only the jagged teeth of the factory chimneys to pierce the gloom. Inside, the air smelled of wet...

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