The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The train to the capital smelled of wet wool and coal dust, a scent that had become synonymous with the Ministry of Domestic Harmony. I sat by the window, my hands folded tightly in my lap to stop them from trembling, watching the fields blur past in a grey smear. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a clerk of the third grade, and I was traveling to submit my quarterly compliance report....

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