The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain against the high, leaded windows of the Ministry of Memory did not sound like water, but like the soft, persistent scratching of a thousand fingernails on slate, a sound that had settled into the marrow of my bones during the fourteen years I have served as an Archivist of the Third Tier. Julian’s office was stripped bare before the sun had fully cleared the grey horizon, the shelves...

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