The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The cup was blue. Not just blue. It was the blue of the sky before a storm. It was the blue of the veins in my wrist when I pressed too hard. It was the blue of the cold. It was the blue of memory. It shattered on the floor. The sound was a scream. It was a crack. It was a end. I looked down. The pieces lay there. Scattered. Broken. I reached for them. My hand shook. The shards bit into my...

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