The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wool shawl was coarse, smelling of lanolin and the damp earth where Margaret Holloway had buried her garden. Elias held it in his hands, the fibers catching on his calloused fingers, the texture gritty against his skin. It was the only thing in the cell that did not feel like plastic or cold steel. The State Penitentiary for Re-Education stood on a hill overlooking the valley, a fortress of...

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