The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bell in the tower did not ring for the dead. It rang for the living. Miles stood at the edge of the fog. He held the lantern. The flame was small. It shook. The air was cold. It bit his skin. He was a man of clay. He shaped it. He sold it. He had no wife. He had no children. He had the kiln. He had the earth. The village was behind him. The lights were out. The doors were shut. They did not...

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