The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain did not fall so much as it descended in a dense, grey curtain that eroded the distinct edges of the world, blurring the line between the cobblestones of the courtyard and the wet asphalt of the street beyond until all that remained was a uniform expanse of slick, dark indifference. Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of this dissolution, his uniform soaked through to the skin,...

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