The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The name was not spoken so much as dragged across the floor of the basement, a sound like a chair leg scraping on wet stone. "Thorne." It came from the top of the stairs, where the gaslight flickered and the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper. I did not look up. I was counting the coins in my pocket, three pennies and a shilling, enough for a loaf of bread and perhaps a...

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