The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Elara’s fingers worked the fraying hem of her wool coat, pulling the thread taut until it snapped with a sound like a small bone breaking. The cold in the Bureau of Moral Compliance was not merely an absence of heat; it was a physical weight, pressing against her sternum, a damp chill that seeped through the thin synthetic lining of her blouse. She had worn this coat for six years, ever since...

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