The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the Ministry of Memory does not smell of dust, as you might expect from a repository of the past, but of ozone and the sharp, chemical bite of preservation fluids, a sterile scent that seeps into your pores and settles in the back of your throat like a held breath. You are Elias Thorne, forty years old, a censor of the third degree, and your hands, usually steady enough to excise a...

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