The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wire hummed. It was a low, persistent tone. A B-flat, perhaps. Or close to it. I kept my hand on the cold brass of the regulator. The needle trembled. I did not move. "Read it again," said Director Halloway. He stood behind me. His coat smelled of coal dust and wet wool. The office was warm. Too warm. The radiator clanked. A rhythmic, metallic cough. I looked at the gauge. The mercury rose....

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