The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine gray mist that clung to the windowpane of the study, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of slate and ash. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands resting on the cold glass, watching the droplets merge and slide down in erratic, weeping lines. He was a man carved from the same silence as the room, his uniform immaculate, the...

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