The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

Varek. The name was spat into the damp air of the interrogation room, a single syllable that seemed to hang suspended in the heavy, stone-thick silence. I stood with my back to the door, my hand resting on the hilt of my baton, feeling the cold brass bite into my palm, while the junior clerk, Thomas Bradshaw, sat hunched over a desk of black oak, refusing to lift his eyes from the ledger before...

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