The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain hit the windows of the estate like static. Marcus stood by the fireplace. The fire was low. He held the glass sphere in his left hand. It was cold. His right hand gripped the doorframe. He was still in uniform. The wool itched. He ignored it. The house was silent. Too silent. He looked at the sphere. Inside, a tiny storm raged. White water. Dark rock. No sound. A knock came. Not on the...

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