The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The red ink was not a mistake. It was a verdict. I stared at the screen in the dim light of the Ministry of Memory, the cursor blinking like a slow, rhythmic heartbeat against the stark white background of my mother’s file. Her name, Eleanor Ashworth, was struck through with a single, decisive line. The date of entry was three years ago; the date of erasure was yesterday. I am thirty-four years...

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