The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The dismissal order lay on the steel desk, the ink still wet and smelling faintly of iron and regret. Elara read it twice, her thumb tracing the jagged line where the Commissioner had signed his name, a signature that looked less like a name and more like a scar. She was thirty years old, and in the grey city-state of Orea, that meant she had spent half her life listening to the dead. The...

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