The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bell rang. It was not a sound of greeting. It was a crack in the air, a sharp, metallic scream that tore through the grey morning. Elias stood on the bridge of the ferry, his hands white-knuckled on the railing. The river below was black and sluggish, moving with the heavy, indifferent pace of something that had forgotten how to flow. He was a clerk. That was all he was. A man of paper and...

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