The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

My hands were steady as I slid the metal folder into the incinerator chute, the paper edges blackening instantly, the smell of ozone and burnt glue filling the sterile air of the archive. It was a routine Tuesday, or what passed for Tuesday in the Ministry of Memory, where the clocks on the wall had no numbers, only a single hand that spun slowly, marking the passage of state-approved hours. I...

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