The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain does not stop. It has not stopped in three days. It drums against the high, narrow windows of your cell, a relentless, grey rhythm that beats against your skull. You are a guard. You are the law. You are also a prisoner. The distinction is a thin membrane, punctured by the hunger in your belly. You sit on the cold stone floor. Your back is against the damp wall. You do not sleep. Sleep...

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