The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The boy, Elian, sat on the cold iron bench of the intake hall, his hands folded in his lap, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of gray light that cut through the high, barred windows. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time in the Holloway Asylum for the Deviantly Gifted had a way of smearing itself into a single, unbroken gray wash. He was twelve, small for his age, with hair...

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