The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The brass button was cold against my thumb, a small, hard coin of authority that I had polished until it shone like a wet eye. I held it between my fingers, turning it over, feeling the smooth, manufactured perfection of the metal, while the smell of wet wool and iron hung heavy in the air of the detention block. My name is Thomas, and I am a guard in the Citadel, a place where the walls are...

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