The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The vial was empty. I held it up to the fluorescent strip above my cot, turning the glass until the light caught the residue clinging to the bottom, a grey dust that had once been thick, creamy, and vital. It was just powder now. Useless. I dropped it. It shattered against the concrete floor, the sound sharp and final in the quiet dormitory, a small violence that seemed to echo in the hollows...

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