The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The ledger had three hundred and twelve entries, and I had counted them four times to be certain the ink was dry. My fingers were stained black to the knuckle, the smell of iron-gall sharp in my nose, a scent that had replaced the smell of my husband’s wool coat. I sat in the Ministry of Silence, a room where the air was so still it felt like pressure against the eardrums, and I waited for the...

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