The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The cup is white. It is clean. It is full. "Drink," says the Warden. His voice is low. It is kind. It is the voice of a father. It is the voice of a judge. I look at him. I do not move. "Drink, Thomas." The cup is in my hand. It is heavy. It is warm. The liquid inside is black. It is not water. It is not tea. It smells of iron. It smells of old blood. It smells of the earth where we bury the...

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