The Wistful Ashes
The ledger listed four hundred and twelve deaths, each entry weighed against the cubic inches of lung tissue extracted. Elias Thorne counted the lines, his pen hovering over the paper, the ink dry and stubborn in the nib. He was here to certify the water, to prove the filtration safe for the children, but the air in the basement smelled of wet ash and stale iron. The town of Oakhaven, 1924, was...
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