The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The morning inspection was a ritual of white light and silent feet. Elias stood in the center of the dormitory, his spine rigid, watching Warden Halloway’s shoes pass before him. The floor was polished concrete, reflecting the harsh overhead fluorescents until the room seemed to float in a void of blinding sterility. Elias was twelve, sharp-eyed, and hungry for something other than the hum of...

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