The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The stone hums. It is a low, grinding vibration, like a gear stuck in a machine that has not been oiled in years. I press my thumb against the fracture line in the center of the Ashen Ledger. The dust is gray, fine as flour, and it gets into everything. My cuffs, my teeth, the creases of my hands. I have been here for twelve hours. The light from the single overhead bulb is yellow and sickly....

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