The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The foreman’s voice cracked across the yard like a whip, calling out "Bradshaw!" so sharp it made the stray dog by the gate snap its head up and growl. I was twelve years old, a junior clerk in the Ministry of Reclamation, and I wanted my permanent appointment before the winter solstice. The opposing force was not a man, but the building itself, a vast block of gray stone that hummed with a...

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