The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

"You still wear it," the woman said. Her voice was dry, like leaves scraping across stone. I looked down. My hand was wrapped in bandages. The cloth was soaked. Dark red seeped through. I did not pull away. "Remove it," she commanded. "It is part of me." "It is a chain. And chains break." I stood up. The floor was cold. It was a cellar. Stone walls. One window. High up. No bars. But the air was...

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