The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The soot clings to your eyelashes. It is a fine, gray dust that settles in the creases of your knuckles and the hollows of your throat. You do not blink often. Blinking is a weakness. Blinking is a moment where the machine might see your eyes. You are standing in the center of the room. The room is your father’s study, but it is no longer his. It is the State’s. There are papers on the desk....

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