The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The coat was red. Not a deep crimson, but a bright, aggressive scarlet. It sat on a wooden hanger in the center of the room. The room was white. The walls were white. The floor was white. The light was white. It came from everywhere and nowhere. It did not flicker. It did not dim. It simply was. Elias stood before it. He was small. He was thin. His fingers were long and pale. He looked at the...

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