The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bone is in your mouth. You dream of it. A white splinter. Thin as a needle. You try to spit it out. It sticks. You swallow. It cuts. You wake up gasping. The air is thick. It smells of coal dust and damp wool. You are in the room. The room is small. The walls are gray. The ceiling is low. You look at your hand. Your hand is old. The skin is paper. The veins are ropes. You are a scholar. You...

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