The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The ink had dried on the warrant before the smoke cleared. Elias Thorne stood in the ruins of his study, a detective of the mind, his badge a heavy, cold iron disc against his chest. The fire had been efficient. It ate the paper first. Then the wood. Then the air. He watched the last ember die in the ash heap, a tiny, red eye closing for the final time. The house was a Victorian skeleton. The...

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