The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dream was always the same. White ash fell in slow, silent sheets, covering the fresh earth of the grave, burying the name carved in the stone until it was gone. Maren woke with the taste of chalk in her mouth, the air in her small apartment thick with the residual hum of the night. She was thirty-two, and she had six hours before the quarterly review. She dressed in her grey uniform, the...

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