The Wistful Ashes
The thermometer on the wall of the Reclamation Hall read fourteen degrees, a sterile chill that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth. He counted the seconds between the chandeliers’ hum and the Chief Inspector’s next word, thirty-one seconds of silence that felt like a held breath. Elias wanted a pardon for his brother, Julian, who sat in a cell for the crime of letting a weed grow. The Inspector, a...
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