The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The collar bled. Not blood. Just the rust. It rubbed against my neck like a hot wire. I pulled at it. It wouldn’t budge. The fabric was stiff. Thick. Woven from something that didn’t look like wool. It looked like ash. It felt like stone. I was in the square. The rain was falling. It hit the pavement and vanished. No puddles. The city swallowed the water. It always did. I looked down at my...

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