The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the estate into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the crumbling façade of the house. I stood at the window, my fingers pressed against the cold glass, watching the mist swirl around the ivy that choked the western wall, a vine that had grown so thick over the decades that it was...

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