The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The coat hung on the hook. It was grey. The wool was thick. It smelled of smoke. And old rain. Elias stood before it. He did not touch it. He watched the dust settle. The room was small. The walls were damp. The light was grey. This was the end. Or the beginning. It did not matter. The coat remained. It had always remained. It was the only thing that did not change. The only thing that did not...

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