The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain in Harrowgate did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, a persistent, oily sheen that clung to the brickwork of the mill and the faces of the men who walked its perimeter. It was a wet, industrial dusk, the kind where the sky turned the color of bruised iron and the gaslights in the streets flickered with a nervous, sickly yellow. Elias Thorne stood at the end of the...

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