The Wistful Ashes
The ledger on my desk weighed exactly four pounds, twelve ounces, and three grams, a fact I had verified with the brass scale before the sun even cleared the eastern ridge of the Ashen District. I was Elias Thorne, Senior Warden, forty-two years old, and in nineteen months I would be eligible for the full pension that would allow me to retire to the quiet, damp corners of the old world,...
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