The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream began with the smell of burnt sugar, a cloying, sweet rot that clung to the back of Thomas Bradshaw’s throat as he lay suspended in the gray, featureless void of his cell, a place that was neither a room nor a prison but a state of being defined entirely by the weight of the silence pressing against his eardrums and the slow, inexorable decay of the object resting in the center of his...

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