The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The train smelled of damp wool and stale coffee, a scent that clung to the lining of Marcus’s coat, a garment that had seen better decades. He was a man who lived in the margins of syntax, a philologist for the Department of Cultural Continuity, a title that sounded grand but was merely a polite way of saying he was an archivist of a world that no longer existed. The city outside the window was...

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