The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain hit the window with a sound like tearing cloth. Elara stood at the glass, her hand pressed flat against the cold pane. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and fear. She watched the street below. The umbrellas were a sea of black dots, moving in unison. No one looked up. No one looked at the building. They walked past the Ministry of Allocation, their heads bowed, their...

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