The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The ink-stained tip of a steel nib hovered over the ledger, trembling slightly in Elias Thorne’s grip. He did not write. The gaslight in the Ministry of Memory hissed, a dry, mechanical sound that filled the silence of the archive room, casting long, distorted shadows against the rows of steel filing cabinets. Elias was thirty-four years old, and he had spent twenty of those years serving the...

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