The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wall was wet. Not with rain. With sweat. With the damp breath of the room itself, a living thing that clung to my skin. I stood in the corner of Cell 4. The steel bars were cold against my cheek. I could smell the rust. It tasted like old pennies. Like blood. My brother was outside. He was the only one who knew. The only one who looked at me without seeing the uniform. Without seeing the...

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