The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Elias Thorne’s thumb pressed against the spine of the journal, the leather cold and slick with damp, as if the book itself were sweating. The fluorescent lights of the Municipal Archive hummed, a low, electric drone that vibrated in his teeth, casting the room in a sterile, yellowish glare that did nothing to warm the fog pressing against the high windows. He was forty-five, a junior archivist...

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