The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The thumb bled. Elias wiped the red smear onto a gray blotter, the paper turning pink, then brown, then dark with the sweat of his anxiety. He was thirty-four years old, and his life was a series of such small, bloody corrections. The office of the Compliance Bureau was a box of beige and silence, a place where careers went to die quietly, filed away in metal drawers that smelled of dust and...

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