The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The ink was wet. That was the first thing Elias noticed. The black stain on the white paper seemed to breathe, a small, dark lung expanding and contracting in the center of the document. He wiped his finger against his trousers. The smudge transferred, a minor blemish on the fabric. He looked at the clock on the wall. The hands were still. They had always been still. Marcus stood by the window....

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