The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced down, a gray curtain woven from static and cold that pressed against the single, narrow window of Cell 402, blurring the world outside into a smear of indistinct shadows and the occasional, fleeting blink of a sodium vapor light. I sat on the edge of the metal cot, my hands resting on my knees, fingers interlaced so tightly that the knuckles turned...

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