The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

"Cut it," the Warden said. His voice was not a command but a weather system, cold and distant. "Cut the cord. Do not make me repeat myself, Elias." I looked at my hands. They were trembling. The skin was thin, papery, stretched over knuckles that had once been strong enough to pull up weeds in the garden back home. Now they were tools of penance. I looked at the cord. It was black, thick, woven...

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