The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The room smelled of dust and old paper. It was a smell I knew well. It was the smell of my life. I sat at the desk. The wood was scarred. I traced a groove with my thumb. It was deep. It was old. I held the cup. It was blue. It was cracked. The crack ran from the rim to the base. It looked like a vein. It looked like a wound. I did not drop it. I never dropped things. I was careful. I was...

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