The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall. It accumulated. It pooled in the gutters of the white stucco house, a thick, grey sludge that smelled of ozone and rot. Elias stood at the kitchen window, his back to the room, watching the waterline rise against the siding. He was a man of fifty, with hands that had once held a magnifying glass with surgical precision. Now they trembled. Not from fear. From exhaustion....

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