The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The porcelain chip had been in Elias’s left hand for four days, a jagged shard of white bone china that cut into the palm every time he gripped it, a small, sharp reminder that the world was not yet fully sealed. He sat in the lower tier of the Ministry of Silence, a bunker of concrete and coal-smoke that smelled of damp wool and rusted iron, counting the seconds until the next shift change...

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