The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The heavy wool coat, stained with the rust-colored mud of the lower districts and smelling faintly of damp dog and old smoke, hung on the back of a chair in the dim center of the room, a dark silhouette against the peeling wallpaper, waiting to be worn by a ghost. Julian stood before it, his fingers trembling not from the cold that seeped through the thin plaster of the walls but from the...

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