The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain fell. It fell hard. Elara stood by the gate. She wore the coat. It was black. It was wool. It smelled of smoke. She had worn it for years. It was her only possession. She left the house. The door closed behind her. Click. Silence. She walked down the road. The road was wet. Mud splashed her boots. She did not stop. She could not stop. The town was behind her. The town was wrong. They...

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