The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The wall was made of red brick, wet with rain, and it was crumbling. Arthur Vane woke with the taste of dust in his mouth, the phantom weight of the masonry pressing against his chest. He lay in the narrow cot of his service quarters in Oakhaven, staring at the water-stained ceiling, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. It was always the same dream: a boundary, a barrier, and...

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