The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The pencil snapped. Elias stared at the jagged white tip, then at the gray paper where the arch of the square had begun to curve. He picked up the spare, a stubby thing, and continued. The lines were precise, mathematical, cold. Outside the cell window, the sky was the color of wet concrete, a flat, oppressive gray that matched the walls of the Re-education Center. He did not look up. He was...

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