The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The morning he left, the sky was the color of a bruise that had finally decided to heal, a pale, sickly violet that stretched over the grey slate roofs of the Ministry like a shroud that had been washed too many times and now hung limp and translucent against the light. Julian Vane stood by the window of his cramped office on the fourth floor, watching the rain slick the cobblestones below...

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