The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet slate, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a physical weight, and I woke in the white, humming silence of the dormitory block, my heart hammering against the ribs with a frantic, mechanical rhythm that seemed to demand the attention of the night watchmen who drifted past our doors on silent wheels. I am twelve years old, or I have...

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