The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The porcelain teacup in my hand was not merely a vessel for tea, but a crystalline shard of a universe that had once been whole, and as I traced the hairline fracture running from its lip to its base, I felt the same jagged tension in my own sternum that I had felt for the last three days, a tautness that suggested the body itself was a brittle object waiting for the specific, catastrophic...

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