The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wall is gone. You remember the bricks. You remember the mortar, cold and damp against your cheek when you pressed your face to the stone in the cellar. You remember the sound of the mortar breaking under the sledgehammer. Now there is only air. It is not air. It is something thicker. It tastes of copper and old rain. It smells of ozone. You stand in the gap. Your uniform is torn. The fabric...

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