The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The glass was already cracking when I first held it, a fine, web-like fracture running from the rim to the base, a map of invisible tensions that no amount of polishing could erase. It was a tumbler of thick, greenish glass, heavy as a stone, stained with the ghost of a thousand lemonades and the darker, more viscous memory of medicinal syrups. It belonged to my mother, and before her, perhaps...

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