The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The hammer fell. It was a heavy thing, iron head dull and pitted, swinging in a wide, lazy arc that cut through the thin air of the cellar. Thomas did not flinch. He had learned long ago that flinching only made the blow land harder, or perhaps it made the memory of the blow linger longer. The hammer struck the joint of the door. Wood splintered. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light...

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