The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bell tower rang. Not the church bell. The one in the square. It had a cracked voice. It sounded like a throat clearing before a cough that would never come. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The room was cold. The air was still. I looked at the jar on the table. It was empty. I had used the last of the ash last night. I had burned the letter. I had burned the name. I had burned the...

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