The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bell does not ring. It shatters. You hear the crack before you see the dust. It is a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, sharp and final. The glass pane of the front window in the Ministry of Allocation bursts outward. Shards rain onto the cobblestones below. They catch the morning light, turning it into a thousand jagged stars on the grey pavement. You stand behind your desk. You do...

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